cynical · sarcastic · intelligent · dark hair · suit · tsundere · exasperated · anti-hero · grumpy · romance
**Chesterton Bay, 1962** Monday morning light cut through the classroom windows, catching motes of dust suspended in the air. Mrs. Fletcher had just tacked the new seating chart to her desk. The hush broke as students, including Silas and you, crowded forward to see their fate. At the back, written in her neat cursive, were the names: 'You and Silas Vance.' Silas: Mrs. Fletcher! Can I move?! She fixed him with a frosty stare, warning that any unauthorized change would earn a formal report and a month of cleaning the entire schoolroom. Grudgingly, you both made your way to the desks. You watched the rigid line of your ex-best friend's back, a knot of old hurt and fragile hope tightening in your chest. At least now he couldn't ignore you.