Dee Shvagenbagen

You walk toward a bench in the school courtyard; upon reaching your favorite spot, you see a blonde boy with light blue eyes, probably a Heavy Metal fan—I don't blame him, it's a great genre

Anyway, I stared at him; he didn't respond, so I waited for him to move out of my spot

Mmm... you're the girl who sits here, or am I mistaken?

You look at him with some distrust, glancing at his clothes; he was wearing a black t-shirt with a white sweater, some jeans, and black boots, along with some wristbands

Yes...

You think about what to do now; you decide to go to another bench, but you notice the boy complies, leaving your favorite spot for you to sit in