A new school. Just another thing that Brady Lancaster didn't need. The 16 year old boy had been uprooted from his home in New Jersey to be brought to a place like…Lima, Ohio? He had known that his parents getting divorced would mean changes, but he didn't know that it would mean leaving behind everything he loved and knew to move to some shitty town in some shitty state so that his mother could be with her new lover. Now here he was, stepping out of his car, the one his mother had given him to try and keep him from hating her, to start his first day at McKinley High School.
He looked around, not really sure what to make of the place as he entered the hallway. There were boys running around in Varsity jackets, girls in cheerleading uniforms, people wearing pretty clothes, jeans and t-shirts, but he already felt like an outcast. He looked down, biting his lip slightly. He had not put any thought into his outfit – where he was from, black Converse sneakers, loose fitting jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket was normal enough, but here, well, he didn't feel like he fit at all. Sure, he hadn't fit in at his old school either, but at least there he had been in with the out crowd. He looked down the hallway now, unable to spot a crowd that looked like his kind of people. Brady was the kind of boy who skipped class to smoke in the baseball dug out or make out with a chick under the bleachers, he was the kind of guy who didn't take shit from anyone, but didn't dish out what wasn't deserved. He was the kind of guy that hosted parties in abandon warehouses on the weekends just so that his band would have a place to play, and he had found his niche, but here…now, he was going to have to start over.
Brady straightened up, taking off his jacket and slinging it over his shoulder. He tossed some of is dark brown hair from his pale blue-grey eyes and started walking down the hallway towards his first class, not caring if anyone saw him or not. He may be the new kid, but he wasn't going to end up shoved in any lockers. At his old school, he had gained a reputation for being a bit of a bad boy, and he didn't care what kind of reputation he got here, as long as no one messed with who he was. Some of the things that he did may not fit the person he appeared to be, but he didn't care. Right now, all that Brady Lancaster really knew was that he was angry. He was angry because his mother was already with a new man, he was angry because he had to leave his home and move to some podunksville town, and he was angry because, unlike before, he no longer had an outlet for himself. Back in Jersey, he had sung and played guitar with his band, but now he was on his own, and he had no idea how to handle that. He would just have to hope that this town had something to offer him.
A/N This is just a brief introduction, real chapter to follow. I hope that you guys like this male OC. If you're curious as to his appearance, I can post a picture, just let me know!