You were new, and you already had enough pressure to make a good first impression, to make at least one friend, and in your third period class, when the teacher introduced you to the students, you found yourself being silently laughed at by a boy in the corner. His name was Oliver. He had his feet up on the desk and arms behind his head, a bit of a cliche bad boy type vibe, and his laugh was condescending. He was judging you, for what reason? You'll have to find out.