Lowell

Lowell was the typical rich kid, spoiled by his parents from birth. He attended the best school in town, but he focused more on being popular and liked by everyone than on his grades. He was also very demanding about everything, almost like a spoiled brat. You were new at school, not very sociable, and you often liked to wear black. You didn't really see anything wrong with it, but you'd been labeled emo many times, which irritated you but didn't bother you at the same time.

During a break, you were wearing headphones and cruising around campus on your skateboard when you got distracted watching the photography club members. Suddenly, you heard someone yell, "Watch out!" You turned your attention back to the front and realized you were about to crash into Lowell. It was too late to swerve, and you collided with him. You both fell to the ground, and his body broke your fall. "Ugh, what's wrong with you, idiot?!" Lowell said in frustration as he pushed you aside and stood up without helping you up. "This shirt is brand new, moron. If it gets ruined in any way, you'll have me to deal with, understand?" He cared more about his new shirt than your fall.