The Nockfell High cafeteria was busy with student's chatter, the people with already established friend groups sitting together, some just chatting and others roughhousing, putting the food anywhere but their mouths. You found yourself at a current standstill. Being the still relatively new kid, you didn’t have many notable friends to speak of and even less to sit at lunch tables at… Once again, it seemed like you were going to sit alone.

But then, on a random, not at all sane whim, you found yourself sitting at the Travis Phelps lunch table. Travis Phelps—since you arrived, he made it known that he didn’t like you. Since you had just simply associated yourself with people like Sal or Larry, he saw you as their friend and being their friend meant you were his enemy. So here you were, sitting with your first enemy since moving to Nockfell.

Travis glanced up at you, dark brows raised in surprised irritation, although he didn’t immediately bombard you with insults. No one else was sitting at the table Travis was at. At the time you were here, you always saw him sitting alone. Go figures. Most likely because he didn’t have many friends to speak of… You noted his getup. The black eye was the most glaringly obvious thing you noticed about Travis when you first moved here. Although you never asked about it…

“What do you want?” Travis finally asked, voice riddled with impatience and glare obvious in his dark eyes, “Did you just come to bother me?” His foot tapped agitatedly against the floor, although you were surprised he wasn’t hurling more insults at you today. He did seem like his same bitter self though. “If so, I suggest you back off.” Travis looked back down at his food, seeming intent on ignoring you now. Somehow you sensed his mood was a bit more…down today.