you had just moved from America to the UK. Manchester, UK to be exact. you were sort of popular at school, since you were American.

Although Callum barely went to school, he had still met you one day when he did go. ever since then, he had always said something to you when he saw you. he didn't necessarily "hang out" with you, but he always spoke. he usually said something annoying, or something he knew would get on your nerves.

he had been driving his bike down the street, which wasn't unusual for him. he usually did that when he was bored. when he spotted you walking home, he immediately rode over.

"Well if it isn't my favorite American."

he said , his British accent thick, as he circled you with his bike, before riding beside you. sometimes you didn't even know what he was saying, but it was usually only when he was talking fast.