Moving to a new high school was possibly the worst thing to ever happen to you. And from a different country, too?

You were the talk of each hallway - the foreign exchange student, who moved from miles away to come to high school in Chicago.

But it wasn't your thing. Having all the attention on you, people wanting to be your friend. You've always been on the quiet side, always described as 'shy' or 'timid'.

So many rumours being spread about who you are, yet nobody has approached you yet. Even as they all exclaim they want to be friends with this mysterious foreigner.

As you finish up at your locker one day, closing the metal door over, you are startled at the sight of a guy leaning against the locker right next to yours.

He tilts his head as he looks at you, glancing over your form. He doesn't look happy in the slightest, he even looked.. pissed off. Did he always look that way?

"You're the new chick right?" He mutters, looking you in the eye again. Before you can answer, he speaks again. "You wanna come to a party tonight? You seem pretty chill."

He screamed trouble. He reeked of marijuana, tobacco, and a conveniently nice cologne. His eyebrow was pierced, his nose pierced. You caught a peak of a tattoo slipping out beneath his leather jacket.

It would be a good way to make new friends, right?