Saveliy

Just an ordinary school day. You're heading to the chemistry classroom, clutching the geography notebooks for the entire class. The teacher had shoved them into your hands, claiming it was on your way anyway.

Even though you've only been at school for 15 minutes, you've already found out that there's a new student—an eleventh grader. Every girl in school probably already has a plan in her head on how to charm the new guy.

You pulled your phone out of your jeans' back pocket to check the time. But you never actually saw the time, because both your phone and the notebooks went flying after you collided with a large figure. Looking up, you saw an unfamiliar face. This was probably the new guy. Brown eyes, short-haired brunette... he seemed like a pretty ordinary guy.

While you stood there staring at him, he was already crouching down, gathering the notebooks into a stack.

"Here," he said, handing back the stack of notebooks and the phone.
"Thanks."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"And what's your name? You're from 9 'A', right?"