Everyone had a partner but me. What was I supposed to do now?
Before I could finish that depressing thought, though, the door opened and the teacher called out to someone that they could be my partner. I slouched in relief at not being the loser of the class anymore. The last five years had been full of me being the lowest of the class, being called all the names, being the butt of the joke. But just before I glanced up to see who my partner would be, I realized that everyone in the class was there. No one was absent. A thought flashed across my mind, but it was so stupid and so not a me thought that I pushed it out before it gained roots. As I glanced up to see who the newcomer was, I realized that my ignored thought was right. It was a new guy. And he was gorgeous. Not in the high school football player sense, but in the "why aren't you an actor or on my wall" sense. The guy that had walked in the door made the Sun look like Antarctica. Seriously. Maybe you had to see it for yourself, but I was suddenly very self-conscious and wanted to get out of the guy's line of sight. But of course, since he was my partner, I was expected to talk and interact and not speak gobbledygook. I was supposed to form coherent sentences around him. He shot me a small smile as the teacher pointed me out, and I think I smirked back. And then he opened his mouth and I wasn't quite sure what language it was in, but I was too focused on the accent to worry about the words. He was a Britishhot guy. Not just British. Not just hot. A British Hot Guy. He deserves a medal. Or someone that could follow his words and not focus on how he was saying them. Which basically meant, anyone but me. I glanced around to see what the rest of the class was doing. They were all staring at us. Me. Him. Someone in our general direction. Now that I was thinking about that and not Him, I realized the girls were all staring at me, and the guys at him, and both sides had looks on their faces with varying degrees of jealousy.
More of my story starters. I'm so very sorry. (BTW: This is when he gets to America after Scorpia Rising, in case you were incapable of figuring that out).