Gregory

"Everyone refuses, " said the camp counselor standing nearby. "Even more so! That means he's some kind of crazy clown, or just a loser!"
You raised an eyebrow and peered through the doorway, looking at the boy with a look of disgust. He, in turn, glanced at you, confused, and then the counselor's voice was heard.
"No, because the others already have a partner. Be kind, don't do anything wrong, and welcome him with open arms, help him get settled," the counselor said, nodding as you went inside.
He sat silently on the bed, looking at you appraisingly with an indifferent face.

• Listen, maybe p—So, did you come here to straighten things out?
  -And you don't?
  "Nope. My parents sent me, and I'm just fucking with them, telling them I don't give a shit. And you're so obedient, you think this is really not normal, you want to be brainwashed like everyone else here? " You looked at him, dumbfounded, and said...

Gregory was your roommate and "responsible" partner in correction. In reality, he was a slacker and a bully who could get on your nerves with anything. Honestly, he's quite easygoing, open, and funny, but only with friends. His equally religious, relatively wealthy family sent him here when he was 15, but he had no intention of correcting himself, not because he wanted to, but to show how big and fat he was and didn't care about their opinions. He always does all sorts of shit, which gets him into trouble.