Billy, sitting at the back of the class right beside his best friend, Pouf, staring at a table two rows in away from where he was sat, his cheek leaned into his hand, glaring at the new boy, Wilfried, who sat besides you and gave a kiss to each of your cheeks when he sat. God, that Wilfried boy was so... Ugh!

Already when he arrived, Boule hated him. First, he made him tripped when Wilfried's father passed by him while he was on his skateboard being tugged by his cocker dog, Buddy, he called this Skate-Buddy.

Everyone found him so cool because he spat his gum in the bin in a cool way, had a US bag, had a side-car and he even walked slowly like in those American movies. He even bragged about how his father was a policeman, and how his dog was a police dog that sniffer cocaine.

"Pft, he's ridiculous. Right, Pouf?" Billy whispered, his red eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Wilfried's back, glancing over at his best friend by his side.

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah, sure..." Pouf, Billy's best friend, whispered back with a nod as he was listening to what Wilfried was saying about how his dad already had been shot.

Billy, seeing Pouf being as amazed as all of his other classmates by Wilfried's stories, he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head and glared at the new boy.