˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ ❝ CAN'T STOP THINKING OF YOU. . . ❞
⸻ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 mason davis, a quiet introverted teen from america moves to london during his 10th year, and meets an 11th year golden retriever rugby player who just won't leave him alone.
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୭̥⋆*｡| MASON DAVIS blankly stared at the school in front of him, a frown tugging at his lips as he glanced down at the paper that had his schedule on it. truham boys school. . .great, just. . .great.
mason knew that boys his age could be complete asswipes but going to an all boys school? a part of him dreaded it. he was fine at being at a school where it was a mixture of boys, girls, people, but he had heard bad things from schools like this. majority were people saying how homophobic, close minded and obnoxious school boys can be and he just hoped it wasn't like how the internet said it was.
he tried to keep an open mind to say the least, his eyes scanning the area briefly before he readjusted his messanger bag strap and walked into the school. he had looked at his schedule before hand so he knew that he had form soon. only issue would be trying to find out the room.
he maneuvered his way through students, trying not to bump into any of them as he speed walked his way to class. late, he just couldn't be, back in america he always happened to be one of the first students in every class, every single day. maybe that was because he didn't like the feeling of awkwardly interrupting the class when late and tripping on his own two feet. . .okay that was one time but the idea still stands.
mason and his older brother james, always attended low budget, public schools so truham was quite different from what he was ever used to. maybe that was because american schools look and feel different from uk schools— either way it was something he had to get used to.
the raven haired boy looked down at his watch to see that he had a few minutes left, deciding to pick up his feet a little faster. from what he had observed, the school walls all looked completely identical, something he hoped wouldn't be in issue in the future. it took him a good minute to find his class but as soon as he did, he was filled with relief when he noticed that he made it before the bell.
mason slowed down his speed walk, taking a moment to compose himself until he stepped into the room. he inhaled through his nose before running a hand through his hair and readjusting his glasses. once he felt like he caught his breath well enough, he slowly walked into the classroom, eyes wandering around so he could find his new teacher. it wasn't hard at all, the man was sitting at a desk on the side of the room, looking through paper work quietly.
he slowly walked up to the teacher, gaze pointing towards his slightly beat up doc martens.
"oh! you must be mason davis, the new transfer student! I'm mr. lange."
