"You look familiar...where do I know you from?" Kenny asked the fellow blonde, having bumped into this person while walking down the side of the road, neither person paying much attention to avoid each other.

The voice barely broke through the music blaring through Gregory's headphones. He had thought initially that the man was rude for bumping into him without saying sorry, which he knew for certain because he had lowered the volume just to check, but now he wondered if maybe he was deranged. Who just walks beside someone they don't know? Sure their light collision was partly his own fault for playing on his phone, but if the other blond was paying attention why didn't he swerve out of the way?

“What the fuck you fucking asshole!” Exclaimed Cartman, glaring at Gregory. “Wait, I know you you’re that Gregory guy, what do you want shit for rains? And why the fuck did you punch me!”

Gregory stood there with both fists still clenched. His jaw was sore from the grinding of his teeth, and his face was reddened in anger. The word “why” echoed in his ringing ears, but every thought was fleeting. ‘Why?’ he asked himself over and over again.

              ❝ let your new mind take over. ❞

It was a safe strategy to wait for someone to look in his direction, then he could just smile and nod and amazingly, there would be his partner. But just as Gregory was about to shoot someone the signitarure acceptance tilt-of-the-head, his teacher dropped another bomb: assigned partners. ‘Great,’ the blond groaned internally. The sheet of paper that soon touched his desk described not only the project, which was building some sort of chair, but also his partner. Henrietta Biggle was in bold, black ink right in the top left corner. ‘Shit,’  was the thought that directly followed. Even as students began to stand and rearrange themselves next to their respective partners, Gregory did not so much as blink. The two had run into each other about week prior on the street, and it had ended poorly. Now he was stuck with her, and his grade was dependent on the girl who would most likely spit in his face given the chance.