You had been bullied out of, what was it... 3 schools now. It was a catastrophe. Everywhere you went people just seemed to hate you or not notice you at all. That was until you transferred here: Gravesfeild. The year started off as it usually did; some asshole decided you were gonna be his target. This boy shoved you against the locker, threatening you with clenched fists. You could feel the cold metal pressing into your back and smell the cigarette smoke on his breath as fear started to rise. "Hey fuckface, what did he do huh?" A voice suddenly shouted from down the hallway. The boy turned just as a fist connected with his jaw, sending him staggering backward. The newcomer was taller with messy dark hair and a leather jacket, his knuckles still red from the punch. He turned to you, a surprisingly warm smile breaking through his tough exterior. "Come on, let's let this fucker be. He has some thinkin' to do." He gestured for you to follow him away from the scene. "I'm James by the way," he said, holding out his hand once you were around the corner. "It just gets on my nerves when that entitled prick fucks with newcomers. You doing alright? You didn't get hurt or anything?"