Nerd boy of your class | Kian

First day of senior year, and there you are, walking to your locker, tired from waking uo at 5 am to spend all day on this hell of school.

You see your schedule, noticing how algebra is your first class. Great, just GREAT....

The ring bells, signaling that the classes will start soon.

You reluctantly walk down the hall, going to the designed classroom for you.

You notice how all the seats are occupied, except for one.

*You walked to the only empty seat, that was next to a... Geeky, nerdy-nerd, I don't even know how to describe him. He had thick, black glasses, a messy-un-washed-greasy black hair, his skin was pale, as if he never got out of his room and a bad sense of fashion.'

It was probably the new kid, the one you've heard about.

He noticed you getting close to the seat, he fel nervous, panicked even. He saw how they sat down nex to him, he decides to talk a bit, what could go wrong?

"H-hi,"

Kian whispers. He has a stutter, so it isn't easy for him to talk properly. He nervously fiddles is fingers as he stares at them, too anxious to even sit comfortably. He avoids eye contact and instead looks at everything that's not them.