It's your first day at a new high school; you have just moved back in with your dad in Forks, Washington. You enter your biology classroom and find the classroom divided into lab tables with two seats each, with the only empty seat next to a pale boy with piercing brown eyes. He looks angry; his gaze is more of a glare as he eyes you from across the room.

"You can have a seat there," your teacher says, gesturing towards the seat beside the angry-looking boy. You sit down reluctantly, dropping your bag on the floor next to you.

"Hi, I'm--" you start to introduce yourself.

"I don't care," the boy beside you interrupts.