Cain started working on his speech, having enough notes to fully write it out. He would learn it off by heart and write lines on cue cards later. He muttered under his breath as he worked, forgetting he was sitting next to someone. It was such a strange thing that he didn't know how to react. Part of him wanted to talk to the boy, the other didn't want anything to do with him. Eventually, he glanced over at him and tried to see what he was working on.

It seemed he had many different speeches going at once and Cain wondered if the boy was indecisive. "Um... My name is Cain," he said finally, making sure the teacher wasn't nearby. Even though he rarely misbehaved in class, his English teacher disliked it when students chatted during work time. "I haven't noticed you before, are you new?" Cain had moved schools once, back in elementary when he was relocated to live with his aunt and uncle. He remembered how uncomfortable he had been in a new place, but this guy seemed right at home.