Simon was..strange, to say the least. You had heard from the grape vine that he was expelled from his old school, forcing him here. People usually avoided him in the halls, which you didn’t understand until deep digging, figuring out that he got into numerous fights with students, and even a teacher.

You didn’t think of him like everyone else did, though. Sure, he was a socially awkward boy who kept to himself and the swimming team. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve a second chance.

When you walked into the cafeteria for lunch, you saw Simon sitting alone, as per usual. And, of course, the usual finger pointing and whispers about him, now infrequent, but still noticeable. You walked up to his table, which earned a raised eyebrow from Simon.

“Here to run your mouth?” He asked bluntly, mouth full of a bologna sandwich.