Which is right there at the back of the classrooom, beside a boy that... might be asleep. Or might've been asleep just before the new boy arrived, at which point he opened his eyes to regard him—

—and double take, ooh, new guy's cute.

Theo quirks an eyebrow at the behaviour, but sits down and gets out a notebook. It's English, so he can't really fault the boy for trying to sleep through it.

Theo sits, and the boy smiles up at him. "Hello," he whispers, once class is going on.

Theo smiles too. "Hi," he whispers back, still writing notes.

"I'm Sadde."

"I'm Theo."

He looks over at Sadde's desk. Is he actually paying attention to the lesson, or is he just sitting there...?

Just sitting there. Definitely just sitting there. "This is not the best situation for conversation so I'll continue pestering you later," he whispers when the teacher gives him a look.

"Okay," he says agreeably, and continues note-taking.

And class wears on, and Sadde pays no attention to it and dozes off a little, and the bell wakes him up.

Well, Theo's been a good boy, paying attention in lessons.

It was terrible. Sleeping probably would've been a better use of his time.

Sadde agrees! "Hey there, new guy!"

"Uh, hi there, Sadde," he says. "I didn't exactly go anywhere?"

"I can see that," he says. "Welcome!"

"Thanks," Theo says, smiling at him. "What do you have next?"

"Bio," he says. "So, why are you showing up so late?"

"Yo new guy!" a jockish type echoes Sadde, then notices him there talking to Theo and looks at him with faint distaste. "You shouldn't waste your time with the freak."

Theo was just about to respond to Sadde when he was interrupted.

"Uh, yo," he says, but then, confused by the reaction to Sadde, he continues, "What do you mean?"

"Freaky faggot can't decide if it's a boy or a girl."

Sadde seems unbothered by this. "Clearly you do not possess the necessary faculties to understand and memorize what I tell you, so I won't waste my breath."

Theo looks confused. The boy looks pretty much like a boy, as far as he can tell, but he hasn't been here very long.

"What?" he asks, mostly of the jockish person.

"You'll see," he snorts. "It likes using big words to feel smart like I can't understand what it's saying. Anyway, I'm Brad. You look big, you play football? We kinda need more people."

Sadde snorts, too.

"I'm more of a soccer guy, actually," he says, frowning a bit at the use of 'it'. Surely that's not something Sadde wants?

This guy seems like a bit of a dick.

"Oh. Josh's the captain, you could talk to him."

"And unlike Brad here, Josh is actually not a steaming pile of skunk turd."