The next day, Matthew arrived early in class again. He sat down on his usual spot and, as always, drew the jealousy of the other boys in class. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Matthew. In high school was the same. He somehow always found himself surrounded by women having no male friends even in high school.
He thought to himself that this time it would be different, after all, he wasn't in high school anymore. Matthew looked around class. Most of the people there were between 18 to 20 years old. Only one man was older than that, in his late 20s. The bald one with a faint beard that Faralynn was sparring with the other day. And the only one who seemed to not care about him at all. "They're all still kids" he, ironically, thought to himself.
