justin ran his hand through his hair as he let out a big sigh, his schedule in his other hand. he looked up at the number above the wooden door, fading numbers appeared over peeling paint. '102.' he pulled the door open, the door handle jiggling once he let go, and the voices of tired students drowned out into the hall before he could walk in and shut the door behind him. he was shocked at how full the class was, leaving only one seat left, next to a bleached-blonde haired boy. so he took it.

justin looked down at the boy. "is this seat taken?" he asked quietly. the boy looked up, light immediately shining off of his septum piercing. he looked around, his eyebrows knitting in a look of confusion. "does it look like you have a choice?" justin felt his insides twist, getting mixed signals from him. the boy noticed his awkward persona, a smile soon falling over his lips. "that means no. there's nowhere else for you to sit anyways. come on." he moved his bag off of the rust colored chair, setting it on the floor next to him. "oh, uh," justin let his bag fall to the floor, "thanks."