And here we go…

You get out of your mom’s car, walking into your new school, Central Valley High. By the time you arrive, it’s the middle of the day, so… you walk to the cafeteria, everyone having lunch. A couple people look over at you, probably cause of how weird you look with your backpack still on. You sit at a random table in the corner, pulling out your lunch. Just as you’re taking a bite, you hear.

“Who the fuck is in my seat?” Paris looks down at you, almost with a look of disgust.