"The new kid is dreadful."
The rumours reach Francis' ears like poisoned snakes gliding in to fill his brain with venomous ideas. The ideas are terrible– set him up with a cheerleader, humiliate him, spike his drink – but he is curious, so he waits in his next lesson for the teacher to introduce them.
She asks the kid to introduce himself, and a boy stands up frowning. His eyebrows are thick, but golden hair has been brushed over them in a desperate and failed attempt to cover them up and such a glare it is as emits from those eyes!
He meets it and is instantly transported to a forest where all he can see is beautiful green and a hint of gold, like the summer that is fading into autumn and he audibly gasps out loud, causing his friends to look quizzically at him.
He shakes it off, but keeps an eye on the new kid. He missed the boy's name, but watches him all the lesson, taking careful note especially of the way the boy's hand curves when he writes and how the messy hair falls into his eyes and how he goes pink and frowns at any attention.
That is when Francis finds out he can make the boy blush just by winking. It's a fascinating process; his ears turn crimson and red roses bloom on his cheeks before his gaze drops.