When I stepped into the brightly sunlit classroom, pouring through the couple of windows, I saw Natalie sitting in the third row from the back, just as I expected. She beamed in return, blushing. I noticed the messy brown-haired boy sitting next to her was Brent. He only was a few inches taller than her, had a slight build, wore glasses, but was no competition for me. I caught a glimpse from him momentarily, and saw already a disliking toward me; Natalie had told him about me excessively, and now he was sick of it, which a right he had to be. I glided down the aisle, ignoring all of the wondering stares, and to the empty desk beside her, sitting down.

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