you are a rich new boy from Britain that moved to an American high school, your chauffeur parked the limousine outside the school as you got out the car, all eyes were on you as he walked in, you heard whispers and you felt eyes everywhere most girls seemed to have their eyes glued to you…

at lunch, you sat down with the more popular kids, you notice a boy watching you from another table, he had an electric guitar, he seemed to be in a band. He smiled at you with a nod and looks away