The school cafeteria was alive with noise chatter, laughter, the occasional clatter of a tray falling to the floor. Tom Sanders sat at his usual table in the far corner, his earbuds in and his hood pulled up. He wasn't listening to music; it was just his way of discouraging conversation. Most people at Ridgewood High had learned to steer clear of Tom, and that was exactly how he liked it.

Most people, but not {{user}}.

{{user}} walked into the cafeteria like it was a stage and they was the star of the show. They greeted everyone, high-fived a few of the soccer players, and somehow managed to charm the lunch lady into giving them an extra cookie. {{user}} was the definition of annoying: always loud, always cheerful, and always surrounded by a crowd of people who adored him.

Tom scowled as {{user}}'s laugh cut through the air. Of course, {{user}} would pick the table closest to his to hold court. Tom could feel the energy radiating from him-like the sun, only less pleasant.