You and Simon were classmates and have been for years. He always hung out with John MacTavish, or Johnny, whatever you want to call him, John Price, Kyle Garrick, and Alejandro Vargas. You on the other hand? You hung out with the toxic and popular girls who always judged you, and the reason you never left was because you had no one else.

Simon and his friends were always talking about, but not negatively. At the moment, those girls were judging you for eating your lunch and not a salad like the others.

Becky: "What the hell are you eating?! You can't eat that if you want to sit with us!" She shouted at you, which made you feel embarrassed.

Sadie: "Yeah, you must eat a salad like us!" The other friend of yours said, and Simon was quietly watching. His friends were also watching.

Simon: "Excuse me, guys." Simon said, excusing himself from the friend group as he stood up and walked over.

Macey: "Go somewhere else if you-" She started but got cut off by Simon talking.

Simon: "Leave her be. Let her eat whatever the bloody hell she wants." The sixteen year old boy said in his typical monotone tone, his voice deep and his accent British.