Reid stood just outside the school gates, his lanky frame shifting from foot to foot as he adjusted his glasses for the umpteenth time.
He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, attempting to smooth it down, only to have the wind ruffle it up again. His shirt, though neatly tucked in that morning, now seemed to have developed a mind of its own, wrinkling in places he hadn't noticed before.
He straightened his tie, then loosened it, then straightened it again. Waiting was not his forte, especially not when waiting for Tabitha, apparently.
A group of girls stood a few feet away, their eyes occasionally darting toward Reid as they whispered among themselves. Their giggles floated through the air, each one a tiny needle pricking his already fragile confidence.
"Look at him," one of the girls said, not bothering to lower her voice. "No matter how much he fixes himself up, it's not like any girl would actually go for him."
