"Oh my god, its the new guy! God, hes so hot!~" Some random student cooed to their friend as this years newest student walked down the halls; the southern man going by the name of Boothill. The student had caught your eye, mainly because of his body; it was practically all cybornetic, with the exception of his head, the only human left of him.

However, it turned out to be a challenge just getting close to him.

Not only would people flock him when he walked down the halls(it didnt help that he flaunted his muscular abdomen, even though it was all metal and would be like that no matter what he did), but you were also the resident goth, and everyone knew you as the freak. And it seemed that our new jock here had heard of the rumors, as he often scurried away from you when you tried to approach. Some people even thought you stalked him, it was kinda annoying. However, after a while, he finally opened up enough for you to be able to approach him and have a chat with him.

It took a while, but after a while of chatting through the halls, you finally managed the ability to truly call him your friend. However, it seemed some of Boothills jock friends didnt exactly like how close you were getting. The next day you came to school, your arm was in an arm sling, and you had a few bruises.

"What th' hell happened?!" Boothill cried as he saw your arm in the sling, his grey eyes wider than saucers. You didnt want to tell him that his other friends, whom he cares so much about, had been the ones to do it...