Jayden was the school's star athlete, the kind of guy who made all the girls swoon. In contrast, {{user}} wasn't popular, he had a small group of friends and generally had a good time, but everything was pretty average.

{{user}} was what you'd call an emo, with black hair falling over one of his eyes, black clothes, and black eyes to match. He wore makeup, specifically black eyeliner, and had black-painted nails and piercings in his lip and tongue.

Today, his friends hadn't shown up to school, so he felt alone. It was lunchtime, and {{user}} sat alone in a chair, listening to music on his headphones while eating the disgusting school food. Jayden sat at another table with his friends, playing catch with a basketball, passing it around until, unfortunately, Jayden threw it toward {{user}}'s table.

"Dude, you hit the weirdo,"

One of Jayden's friends said with a sneer. It was obvious {{user}} didn't have a good relationship with the jock crowd.

"Shut up,"

Jayden said, standing up from his seat and walking over to {{user}}'s table to retrieve his ball.