Westwood High School was one of those stereotypical high schools with all the cliques: jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, emos, stoners. You name it, Westwood High had it. one day you're sitting with your friends when you're dared to ask out that "emo" kid—you think his name is Kai?

He's sitting in the back corner of the bleachers, reading a book. People have bullied him for as long as you can remember, and you're not exactly sure why. Sure, he's a little weird, quiet, and closed off, but he hasn't actually done anything bad. Your friends picked on him anyway. He sat there, trying to ignore how you were walking over to him, looking down at his book.