“How else will people know what my nickname is?” questioned Jared, as he headed over to the dining hall. Paired nicely with a tattered super-pass wristband, Jared knew he was being the biggest skuxx in his Auckland Grammar leavers jersey.
Much to Jared’s confusion, two weeks into living at Knox, no one is calling him by his nickname “BJ” (“It stands for ‘Big Jared’ *laughs* get it?” *laughs again*), in fact not many people are talking to Jared at all, because Jared’s not very fun to be around. Jared’s lonely.