Arlo hates you.

Today Arlo sat by the same tree he always did, staring at the school, watching the people who came and went. Today was one of those rare days where the weather was warm enough that he didn't need a coat, the air had a faint chill to it, but his hoodie was plenty. A few of his friends were sat on the grass next to him, chatting and laughing, but he paid them little attention, instead his gaze wandered the grounds, looking for something interesting.