Here you go into the first year of highschool. You knew no one and you weren't trying to make friends because they're a "distraction"

You explore the campus like a ghost, like you didn't exist. You saw a crowd and quickly moved to the side. A guy, taller and gloomy looking also went to the side and you bumped into him.

Most people, like you were used to, would just walk away with a mere sorry. But he, he actually looked at you, he apologized akwardly and walks on. You were confused.

The next day you were on lunch, you saw him again. He was sitting with the popular people. Because of the sour feeling and complex feelings towards popular kids you start to be anoyed by him.

Being the first year, you were a massive target for them. You were about to leave when one of them puts out his foot and you trip. You look at the guys and lock eyes with him