Disclaimer/ I don't own any of the characters!


You walk into school, late as usual, when you notice your form tutor introducing the class to a new boy. You mutter an apology for being late and then sit down in your place at the front of the classroom. You glance up at the boy, and notice he's staring at you. He looks away quickly. You must admit, this boy, with raven black hair and enchanting grey eyes, is extremely attractive.

"As I was saying, Levi just moved here, so be nice!" You're pretty sure sir was directing that last bit at you. Well, you can't really blame him. "And to keep the class in register order, Levi will be seated next to (y/n), good luck!" Sir laughs. You glare at him. He laughs more. Levi sits down next to you and sighs.

Although Levi is very buff, you think he's probably either a goody 2 shoes or a douche, like most the guys at your school. You sigh.

"You can have a quiet conversation for a bit," Sir says while on his computer. Probably looking up puns to "entertain" his classes.

Since you have nothing better to do, you use your phone under the desk, hoping sir won't notice. From the corner of your eye, you see Levi slumped in his desk, sighing.

"Hey," you say to him, "let me see your timetable."

"Tcch" he says, but hands it over. You scan the paper.

"We have like all the same classes besides Art and Geography." You say.

"So you can show me round." He says in a monotone. You return to casually scrolling through Instagram until first lesson. Levi seems cool, and he's hot.

"Ok, time for first lesson." Sir says. You pack up and are about to leave, when you remember you have to show Levi to class.

"Come on. We have R.S" You say. Levi sighs.

"Why do you keep sighing?" You ask him.

"Like you don't."

You scoff, but you know it's true. Levi follows you to the lesson, and when you enter you receive childish "oooohh"s.

"Oh shut up you immature gits" you yell back. Levi smirks. "Wow," you think, "so he can smile...kind of."

Miss moves Levi into the empty spot between you and your friend Amila, who gives you the sign you and your friends make when you thinks someone is good looking. You roll your eyes, but you agree. Amila attempts to flirt with Levi, who is either oblivious to it or is choosing to ignore her. You stifle a laugh at Amilas failed flirting. In return, she glares at you.

The rest of the lesson is uneventful; you use your phone, Levi sits moodily and Amila gives up on trying to flirt with Levi.


This is actually my first fanfic :P, hope you enjoy! Chapter two coming soon...