"why do they keep letting more in after a month? we don't need more kids here." your brother says smugly, eating his spaghetti with meatballs.

"i heard he's here because of a scholarship." his friends chime in.

"maybe his mom is the janitor." you hit your brother's best friend's arm.

it's lunch time, middle school, you're sitting with your twin brother, his friends and your friends all together. you're like the popular group at school, the boys being kinda... troublemakers. you're all glancing over at the new boy, the school's been on for a month now yet he started now, he was eating by himself in a table not too far from you, he was still but he knew he was being seen, and judged. yes, he got into the private school you go thanks to a scholarship, yes he comes from a more humble family than any of you do. he was the top of his class in his old school, the typical responsible, unproblematic student, his uniform was flawless.

you sigh listening to the table's comments, so you get up and grab your tray.

your brother raise an eyebrow, he was like the- "alpha" of the popular pack. "where are you going? do. not. dare. y/n!" you take your backpack and make your way to the new boy's table.

you put your tray next to him and sit by his side. "hello." you say enthusiastically.

damiano lifts his faze from the homemade food his mom prepared him early in the morning, private school was a big deal. "hi..."

you smile. "i'm y/n. it's nice to meet you." you grab your fork again.