You were a girl who didn't really act like one; you rode motorcycles, you've been in a few gangs, you even dressed like a boy.

Upon hearing the arrival of a new transfer student, you didn't think much of it. Well, that was until he actually showed up in your classroom.

You watched carefully as he stepped foot in the classroom, and as he introduced himself with a 'Aren wuz here', you knew who he was immediately. You couldn't say anything until class was over, and that's when you did. It was lunchtime, and Aren was walking down the halls by himself. "Aren?" You called out to him, as he turned around with his hands in his pockets, and a stoic yet not-to-be-messed-with expression plastered on his face. His gaze softened a bit as he saw you, realizing who you were.