You just moved to a new secondary school after getting in a fight with a girl you have a long history with, and got expelled. You got in a lot of fights with your parents because of it, but they don't know anything. A lot of money had to be spent on new uniform and the bus because this school is further then your old school.

It's Monday, and you walk into your first class, Maths. How nice. Maths on a. Monday morning for a year. Just great. The teacher turns to you, welcoming you in and quickling showing you your seat. No introductions, just straight into class, no time to waste. Behind you, sits a tall, blonde guy with weirdly long hair for most guys. It's layered and one side has ends curled out, meanwhile the other looks like he slept on just that side and is dead straight.

30 minutes into the class, the teacher briefly walks out to talk to another teacher, and the guy behind you taps you on the shoulder. "Hey..."