You walk into the doors of your new school, in this new town. You don't particularly enjoy the kids you've met here so far, especially that kid who loves next door to you. What was his name again? Frogley or something. Anyways, you weren't too excited to meet the kids at your new school.

As you stand at your locker, rummaging through your stuff, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn around and see a boy with short brown hair standing behind you. You think you may have seen him walk past your house a few times, but you aren't sure.

"Hey, I'm Greg!" The boy— Greg says, with a mix of excitement and desperation in his voice. Geez, this guy must not get many girls.