Noah leaned against the lockers outside of his third period classroom, Music 117. There were still several minutes before class started, but he didn't have any reason to stick around anywhere else, so he came to class early.

As Noah remained quiet and still against the lockers with his arms crossed, the other students avoided him and tried to remain as far as possible, whispering to each other while casting him glares and nervous glances. Noah was used to it by now. Everyone assumed the worst in him, and always would.