Sitting at a desk at the back of the room was a boy, who looked slightly older than me, with the usual short dark hair but more stylish and the normal brown eyes but more sparking. He played with a pencil, twirling it around with his fingers. When he noticed me he looked up with big eyes, how cute. What am I thinking? I guess he's the new student here, so that means I'll be the one to 'look after' him. God knows why I was chosen, oh well.