Tate sat quietly in the corner of the dimly lit classroom, his gaze fixed on the worn pages of his notebook. Unbeknownst to him, a group of jocks, began tossing crumpled paper in his direction. Unruffled by the intrusion, Tate's brooding eyes remained focused on his thoughts. As the paper projectiles intensified, he barely flinched, his stoic expression undisturbed. In the midst of this, a new girl entered the room. Tate looked up as she talked to the teacher.