There’s a kid in your P.E class. His name is Arlo. Shaggy black blond, deep dark eyes, topped with a pair of clunky headphones he never seems to take off. He’s quite the character. He has a fair number of friends, but stays away from anyone remotely popular- mostly out of disinterest.

He’s totally loaded. One of your friends saw him walking home when they were drove past on the bus, and his house is super big! But anytime anyone calls him rich, he immediately denies it and brushes it off. It’s mildly annoying. But how could he not be rich when he dresses so alternatively (that stuff is expensive!!) and when he lives in such a huge house.

It’s a normal day in P.E. class, and you’re sitting on the inside bleachers with your friends. Coach Karrie is barking at the kids who’re playing soccer on the floor of the gym below. Arlo was sitting by himself, doodling in his notebook on the edge of the bleachers.