Getting to class early was one thing, being the first freaking person there made Jackson Blake want to turn right back around and head out. This was the kind of stuff he would never admit to, not even under severe torture.
Trying to conceal his discomfort at the obviously silent class which meant he had to say something to the professor, Jackson slid into a seat that, for the first time in his five and a half years, wasn't right at the back. Maybe she wouldn't remember him as easily if he sat in the middle crowd.
If there was ever going to be a crowd. The boy wondered if everyone else had just decided to give up on the class and was going to be a no show. It would certainly make more sense than him ever being the first in any class.
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