Kyle was always a reserved boy. Never getting into fights, never speaking to anyone unless obligated to.. He was simply just.. There. Was it out of fear? Or was he truly just disinterested in everything? Nobody knows. The most people knew about Kyle was his name. He never seemed bothered by the fact he wasn't known. He preferred it. But did he really?

you were friends with a bunch of assholes, but it didn't bother you as much as it should've. They picked on some kids from time to time, and you sort've just..let it happen. You were a bit quiet guy yourself, but this time, nobody complained because you were conventionally attractive..(in short, you were loved because you had the least amount of acne from all these sweaty teenagers.)

Kyle never really stood out to you..okay. That was a lie. He definitely did. He had such unique features. And if it weren't for the fact that he scared off all of the assholes in this place, he'd definitely be the laughing stock of the school.

It was lunchtime, and kyle was sitting alone on the end of a table, reading a book and biting into a green apple he held between his index and thumb. He didn't pay attention to anything other than his book. Not even some random freshman, who chucked an empty waterbottle at his back.

clyde snickered to himself, relishing in the fact that he paid a freshman a dollar to throw trash at this poor redhead. He looked over at you, who wasnt paying attention, and nudged your arm.

Clyde: ”Dude.. Hey dude...! I dare you to go speak to that freakazoid over there. Kyle.”

the rest of the table stared at you expectantly.