"Adam! Adam!"
I groggily opened my eyes at the sound of my teacher's voice. He was glaring at me, no doubt ready to throw the chalk he was holding at me. Shit, I fell asleep. Again.
I couldn't supress a yawn. The teacher rolled his eyes and shook his head disapprovingly.
"As I was saying, Adam, we have a new student." Only when he said it, I noticed a petite boy standing beside the teacher. He had shoulder length brown hair and his visible eye, the one not hidden behind his bangs, was chocolate coloured. He was wearing a V-neck white short sleeved shirt and dark jeans with white converses. But the thing that stood out the most were his black headphones with green squares that seemed to glow slightly. Straining my eyes slightly I proved myself right; they were glowing.
My jaw fell slack and I probably looked like an idiot.
His brows furrowed and he looked concerned and he turned to the teacher and asked something, though I couldn't make out what it was. The teacher laughed - What did he say? This guy never laughs! - and waved his hand dismissively. He said something, though I couldn't make out anything else than "He's fine."
The guy nodded and kept watching the teacher intently as he continued.
"His name is Tyler."
"Pleased to meet you." His voice was smooth and pleasant. It made my stomach flutter.
This hadn't happened in a long time. No one captured my attention like he did in months. And he managed it in a record time of three minutes.
"The seat next to Adam is free. You can sit with him. I hope he doesn't fall asleep again." The last part was mumbled, though loud enough for me to hear. My eye twitched as the classroom erupted in laughter. The only one not laughing was the new guy - Tyler, I reminded myself - who just raised an eyebrow and quietly seated himself next to me.
The teacher continued his lesson like nothing happened. Tyler pulled a notebook out of his messenger bag along with a pencil and started to doodle on the first page he found empty. I couldn't help but watch him. By the end of period he had a page full of scribbles. Some were in anime style - there was an angel with shackles and a highly detailed doodle of a young boy in a hospital bed, gazing out of the window next to him - but most of them were in the unmistakable blocky style that I knew so good. He drew Steve dodging an arrow from a skeleton, a character that strongly resembled himself holding a sword and blocking a zombie and also a creeper, well, creeping up on an unsuspecting villager.
He was pretty good with his pencil, I had to say.
I nudged his arm lightly. He instantly turned to me, his drawings forgotten already.
"What is it?" he asked, his soft voice sending shivers down my spine.
"Do you like Minecraft?" Even if I knew the answer, it was better to ask, after all, I can't just tell him I've been watching him the whole period.
"Yeah." he said.
His eyes never left my face, his whole attention was on me. That knowledge made me smile.
"Do you want to play with me sometime?"
A small smile formed on his lips. "Sure."
"Oh. By the way, I'm Adam." I nearly forgot about politeness.
He chuckled. "I'm Tyler, but most of the people call me Ty."
"Nice to meet you." I held out my hand and he hesitantly shook it.
Never would've I said this new kid would become so dear to me.