Jackson

He was just standing in front of the lockers, waiting for the crowd of popular girls to stop fawning and giggling in front of his locker so he could grab his books. They weren’t moving, and Jackson was getting irritated. Before he could say anything, though, they left when they saw you, making disgusted noises and gossiping about you.

You were the new kid and used to it by now. He was intrigued by your chill attitude as you open your locker, but didn’t approach you, instead grabbing his books and heading to class.