I'm going to be completely honest and say, the whole talk with Jackson didn't go that badly.
Sure, my heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour, but it wasn't all that bad.

He told me a little about himself, how his family immigrated from Korea, and how it took him a while to like living in the States.

"It was a big change for us, sure. But my dad found a nice job that payed nicely, it was worth it." he said.

The talk lasted ten minutes, with the bell ringing as we walked away to class.
I mentally kicked myself for not asking what his thoughts on the LGBT community were.
Maybe next time.

So I walked back to my locker and opened it up, looking at my schedule.
"French" it read.
Really, it was the only class I liked.

The teacher was a woman who looked to be in her mid twenties, with short, dirty blond hair, and brown eyes.

She was one of the nicest, if not THE nicest, teachers in the entire school.
Plus, she was really attractive.