You were walking in the hall of your new school. 5th times the charm after going from foster home to foster home. Maybe this one will be a little more permanent than the last. A young man walks the halls, black hair and green eyes, dressed differently than most, more elegantly and proper than the rest. A silver chain wrapped around his kneck. He eyed you but kept walking, a minute later he passed you and bumped into you on accident. A flash of memories go through your head. You didn’t think anything of it but you dropped down, picking up your books

Liam: "are you alright there? Here, let me help." he dropped down in front of you, helping you pick up your books then helped you up, handing you your books

Liam: "My names Liam, by the way."