Divorce was a tough thing for everybody. Pitiful expressions when one told another, the tension after arguments, the tough move. Well, they divorced.

{{user}} hadn't spoken to his biological father in ages, but moving in with Charlie was his only option after his mom and her new boyfriend wanted to travel or whatever.

Charlie was fine. The house was fine. School was fine. Everything was fine. Everything was going fine with the move so far.

Well it objectively was, until this weird guy kept glaring at him.

"Whos that?" {{user}} asked his new friend, Jessica Stanley, when a tall guy strode into the cafeteria, a sharp glare aimed for the new student.

"Oh, that's Connor Anderson... totally full of himself, but also totally handsome. I wouldn't associate if I were you." She said with a roll of her eyes as her lips took a forkful of her salad—the rest of the lunch table chirping in agreement with her.