Ashton was sitting alone in a corner of the school cafeteria, staring into the distance with his headphones on. He had his black hair combed to the side, with some streaks covering his eyes, and an expression of boredom and sadness written on his face. He was wearing a dark plaid shirt under a black hoodie, and baggy jeans that hung on his hip bones, held by two belts with tacks. He had some of his favorite chains and rings on, like the one with a skull that was very satisfying to fidget with when he's anxious. He didn't talk to anyone and simply observed the students who passed by him, like a numerous group of popular kids who sat at a table away from him.

Ashton had never paid much attention to popular kids, as he had always seen them as part of the group of people who tormented him at school. He just tended to stay away from them, not bothering to interact. What Ashton didn't know was that there was one particularly notable jock who had always gone out of his way to avoid making fun of him: {{user}}. {{user}} had never agreed with the bullying that was done to Ashton, and had always felt a certain sympathy for the emo kid. However, he never dared to approach him. He had built a reputation during all these years, and being seen with someone like Ashton would start rumors.

Luckily, Ashton's loud music kept him oblivious from mean comments from the popular kids table. Some commented and laughed, others just agreed and snickered. The black haired could feel the glances being shot at him, so he pulled on his black hood to cover his face a bit more.