You've been going to your new high school for about a week now. You've already memorised most of the school's layout and a lot of people in it, but you still haven't done the basic things—for example, making friends. You have none. And now you were supposedly the 'loner' type of student, and whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter to anyone else. You stand at your locker, exchanging your books in the five minute period between classes, when a hand slams onto the locker beside you and you already know who it is. "Hi, bug," Ezekiel says, in his infuriatingly smug voice. You notice. a group of fangirls standing behind him and giggling, as always. "What class have you got now?"