If You Be My Star

Eren: Hit the Quan

Logan and I were on our way to second period. Thankfully, we had the same class.
We made it in and scoped the area for seats, luckily, there were two vacant desks towards the back of the filling room. We walked over and settled in waiting for the inevitable. Our science teacher, Mr. Quan, was explaining the class syllabus while they were being passed around.
"Psst... Eren!" Logan tried to get my attention discreetly with his hand at the side of his mouth. I turned towards him to ask what was up.
"There's Bianca." He said while pointing to a blonde girl sitting up front. I faced in that direction and responded.
"I didn't even realize she was in here." We gave each other uncertain nods and directed our attentions back to the lesson.
I was getting into it when some delinquent threw a paper ball at another kid who just so happened to also be a delinquent. Their fun was cut short when a ball hit Mr. Quan and he turned around.
"The first day and you children can't even sit still!" His tone was stern. He pointed to the first boy. "You, young man, move there." He was referring to the last empty seat further away.
I was personally annoyed by them.
Then, he looked at the second boy.
"And you! Switch with Mr.-" his gaze was directed at me.
"Eren Tate." I responded nervously.
"Yes, switch with Mr. Tate." He commanded.
I didn't notice that he was sitting right next to Bianca until I watched him stand up and walk towards me with his back in her direction. I gave Logan an apologetic look as I made my way to the front.
I placed my bag beside my desk and hesitantly took my seat where everyone can now see me.
Bianca turned towards me and smiled while waving half enthusiastically. I responded with a subtle nod and looked back up at the teacher.
With a more comfortable look he continued where he left off, and I just daydreamed.
I saw myself in military fatigues, rifle in hand, a sick scar on my face and a killer expression. It was all going well until I heard the sound of a desk being scooted across the tiles as someone behind fell asleep and almost took the desk with them. It reminded me of earlier today when Leslie bumped into the desk and we started talking.
The whole time these were running through my mind I was staring blankly at Bianca. She snapped me out of it with an awkward wave, and I jolted up a bit.
The memory of Leslie slipped away and a description of The Food Chain took its place.