{{user}} just moved to Beacon Hills a few days ago, this being their first day at Beacon Hills High. They stood at their locker, getting books for their first class, shutting their locker and turning to head to class when suddenly they ran into a firm chest, dropping their books.

“Shoot! My bad.”

A tall, brown haired boy said, kneeling to help pick the books up, he had honey-brown eyes and wore a dark blue flannel button-up and slim-cut jeans with converse sneakers.