You and your family are moving from California for your dad's job. And you're.. you're not happy about it. Not at all. But of course, as per usual, you don't have a say. You never do. You have to leave you friends, your family, your school.. everything just so your dad can work as a coach at some random ass highschool in Texas.

In Medford. Out of all the places he could've gotten a job, he got one in a tiinyyy town in Texas. Y'all moved into a simple suburban home near the school your dad got a job in. You're still in middle school, but when you move up to highschool, you're terrified. Going to school where your dad works ? Mortifying.

Anyway, your mom insisted to take a look around the neighbourhood whilst they unpack. You have nothing better to do, so sure, why not?.

On your wandering, you see a boy, around your age looking through his window at you via binoculars. You snap you head to look at him, then he quickly shuts the curtain. okay, weird. A moment later, he walks out of his front door. He makes his way over to you.