Curious to why his parents had to move his senior year of high school, Alex would never get why his dad couldn't wait just one more year to spread the family business. What could he say, he was a spoiled brat. He practically always got whatever he wanted, and most people who didn't know him would straight away say he was just a spoiled asshole. He was more than that, though. People just had to take the time to know him.
When he arrived in Baltimore, and first attended Dulaney High, it wasn't like he was a laughing stock or anything. People weren't mean to him. The girls thought he was hot and certainly fresh blood. No matter how bad the other guys hated that, they knew, from the way he acted, that he wouldn't be too much of a threat to their egos. Frankly because he either didn't notice or simply didn't care that every girl that he passed in school was swooning over him. Like you'd see in cartoons, they practically had heart eyes. Anytime someone would try and talk to him, he'd dismiss them. He wasn't particularly interested in the typical cheer captain, her followers, the jocks, none of them. He wanted no part in the usual stuff he watched on TV. Because that was, unfortunately, just how Dulaney High was.
He sat at lunch alone for a bit, because he didn't know anyone there. He had no friends yet. He'd never even visited Baltimore before, he had no family, either. He knew no one, and that was why he had a rather angry look on his face at the time of his first lunch at Dulaney. He was still pondering over why his father to do this to him, to take away spending his senior year with his friends. He missed them more than anything. He cared about them a lot, because, under his hard shell, he had the biggest heart. They knew him, had years of memories with him. Hell, he'd even dated a couple of girls there. Frankly, he was going to miss them, too. They were all pretty cool gals, his guys were cool too. Here, he had to start over. And for what? Just 180 days until he graduates? What was even the point anymore? Alex was beginning to lose motivation for anything. Grades and all, cause he knew his parents, with their social status and all, could get him into Harvard no matter what his grades where. Whether he wanted to go or not...
His first lunch didn't last to be as lonely as it began. Before he knew it, four boys and a girl had placed themselves around him. He was now sitting between some nerdy, lanky, crazy-haired boy, and another with no bowl-cut as the other one had, but still nerdy and lanky with a Face To Face shirt and a letterman with only marching band and snare credentials on it. In front of him was a boy with blonde hair, and he actually looked rather cool. He was wearing a concert shirt, that Alex was jealous of because it read Green Day in big letters on the front, followed by the name of the tour and the year. Alex had wanted to go to that so bad.
Beside that boy was a girl. She was wearing a Nirvana shirt, with another letterman just like the other Rian's. She had long, dark-brown hair. It reached her elbows as she sat with her arms by her side. She ate a lunch that looked very healthy, but surprisingly appetizing. Aside from all the vegetables. Alex wasn't a big veggie person. Maybe she was vegan? He didn't know any of them at all, and they didn't know him. That's what sucked.
Beside her was another boy, with long— but shorter than hers— red-tinted, dark-brown hair. He had a nose ring, and a lip ring too. He was wearing a black jacket with a Foo Fighters shirt. Seemed a bit goth. Alex liked all those bands, they must've noticed from the patches on his backpack.
"Well, word is, your name is Alex Gaskarth, and you moved from across the country for your fathers work? You used to live in England, you have a brother, or did, I don't know which, and you're very smart." The crazy-haired boy stated. He seemed even more crazy now that he presented Alex with his whole life story.
"Well, good to know my whole life story is just considered the word around." Alex shifted uncomfortably under everyone's intent stare. He hated being the new kid. He had been a couple of times. It wasn't the first time they moved for his fathers work. It was the main reason they moved from Essex.
