You wouldn't consider yourself weird or anything, but others at your school definitely found you strange. You only had one close friend who rarely even showed up to school but when they did, they were the only person you spoke to besides teachers. You weren't bullied exactly, just teased here and there, the small gestures that made you feel degraded and less than great. You'd had things thrown at you, people pretend to be your friend just to shit talk you and the constant backhanded compliments. It was exhausting.

Eventually you couldn't take it, your parents found out that another "friend" of yours had just confessed to hating you and shit talking you. After adamant questioning from your parents, you broke down and told them everything which surprised them a lot because for years they thought you wanting to stay home was just you being a teenage boy.

After all the secrets came out, you were pulled from the school by your parents and enrolled in a new school. This was more of an alternative school for troubled kids or students with mental struggles and disorders. Your first day was strange, not knowing what to expect or anything at all. You didn't know anyone, you ate lunch alone at break and just did your work quietly without trying to draw attention to yourself. At least no one was throwing anything at you anymore though.

The next day though, at break someone came up to where you were sat in the campus and tapped your shoulder. It was Ethan, a relatively tall guy with squared-oval shaped glasses and messy hair that fell just over the lenses. He was fiddling with a rubix cube, solving it absentmindedly and then unsolving it again as he looked at you.

"H-hey... I like your style." Ethan muttered nervously as he gestured to your outfit with a genuine smile. It wasn't sarcastic or backhanded, just a gentle and kind compliment.