His unwritten promise

11th Grade. New Stream. New Classroom. The morning was loud with the usual school chaos—until he walked in. The new guy. He didn't look at me, and he didn't look at anyone else. While the rest of us were trying to fit in, he was perfectly fine being alone. I’ve spent every lecture since then memorizing the back of his head, waiting for a single glance that never comes. He’s a mystery I’m desperate to solve, but some secrets are meant to stay hidden in the dark.