Cain had settled on the plastic chair he would be sitting at for an hour, tucking his satchel-type bag under the desk by his feet and pulling out his English folder. He didn't bother with lockers and hadn't used his in such a long time, he had forgotten where it was. Instead, he kept a folder in his bag, one for each subject, and a bunch of lined paper. He had to fish around in his bag for a few pens before he was completely ready for the teacher to finish rollcall and the students to be all seated.

A voice made him start slightly and he looked to the seat next to him. Usually it was empty, but today there sat another boy, around his age. Cain tilted his head, looking about the classroom. "Um... There's an empty seat back there..." He pointed towards the back of the class, where a group of jocks were noisily settling down. Cain blinked and looked at the boy again. He hadn't noticed him in his classes before, maybe he was new. "Um... You don't want to be sitting here." He was the outcast of the school. It was social suicide to be seen talking to him, let alone sitting next to him.