Max's P.O.V.
My second period class is biology. Welcome to a cold, freezing room which doesn't have a heating system. I was used to the routine by now. I quickly thrust on my jacket and sat down at my seat.
Then it happened. The bell rang and everything was quiet. I know, it's usually quiet. But today, it was 'weirdly' (still trying on my little thing to not use the word here) quiet. Like something was definitely to be expected.
Science was one of my least favorite subjects, it was probably because I got the worst grades on it. My science teacher, Mr. Martin stood up from his chair and went outside. He came back in with this other guy. A hot guy.
Now you might not know me as well, but that was a big thing coming from me. Big enough you want to record it.
This guy had dark hair dark eyes, and dark everything. People would have assumed him as goth or emo if he didn't give off that aroma of warm feelings. Making you want to get closer to him, talk to him, and find out more about him.
"Hello, before we begin, I want to introduce you our new student this year, his name is…" he trailed off confused and forgetful. He looked towards the new student.
"Nick," he said. Nick? It was a pretty nice name for a human being. (Was I sounding weird? Yes, yes I was.) Nick. That sounded exactly like him. Kind, good-looking, probably smart if Hannah's words weren't cursed.
I looked him over, but then went back to my normal state where I was staring into space.
"Okay, let's see. Sorry Nick, this classroom has a lot of students, so I guess we'll have to put you right there." He said, pointing at me. Wait?! Me?
But no, this wasn't some story where everything happened your way, and that dream guy somehow manages to sit right next to you. Mr. Martin was actually pointing at the empty spot behind me.
Nick didn't say anything as he walked down the aisle. A quiet guy, huh? Hmm…I like it.
Okay, you know what. I think I forgot to take my medicine this morning. What was seriously 'wrong' with me today?!
I tried to keep my thoughts and emotions coherent as his nice…vanilla…? No, it was something else…this nice scent I couldn't recall from all those perfumes I HAD to smell when I had gone shopping with Hannah before…whatever.
He sat behind me fluidly and I couldn't hear a thing. I shifted my shoulders so my hair covered half my face, and slowly turned swiftly a little to the side to see his knuckles white as the artificial light from the ceiling.
What was wrong with him?
"Now, last Friday, we've reviewed over the Unit, and now tomorrow is your final test. I hope you guys are ready because this is going to be one hard test…" my thoughts and attention was divided from the teacher's as I focused on the person sitting behind me.
He looked seriously tense. Tense enough to pass as sick and go home, but I tried to ignore him. Because he didn't matter to me. Right?
Then he noticed me staring at me, and he looked straight at me with an impassive face…at first. But then he smiled nicely, a little bit when he saw me. I scowled and turned back.
I knew it! He was another one of those guys who flirted with all the girls they saw and didn't care about any of them for real.
I think it was just my imagination of his face being surprised at my immediate, impressive, scowl.