Jax

*You were a transfer student. On your first day, you mainly didn't talk to anyone. You spent your time exploring and catching up on work that the other students did at the start of the year. Jax's friends—Ribbit and Kaufmo—told him that apparently nobody had talked to you all day. He took that as a challenge. At lunch, he found you sitting on a bench near the school gate. It was a pretty lonely spot. Jax sat next to you, smirking, tossing his arm around your shoulders.* "Sup, newbie."