As you look up from your lively table your eyes are immediately drawn to the cornet of the lunch room where only one sole kid sat by himself eating a Peanut butter and Jelly Sandwich.

Ethan Blake? You thought his name was. You didn't really talk to him, not like you though you were too good to talk to him, but he was a natural-born loner.

The guy was crazy smart, entering the international Math Tournament and won first, three times in a row but he also excelled in other subjects as well. He was a really big nerd overall bit no one bullied him- he had a lot of respect actually.

You waited until Lunch was over to talk to him. He was standing next to the locker typing in something on his calculator when you tapped his shoulder.

"Can I help you with something," He asked politely and adjusted his glasses