Day one, perhaps an hour in, and already there was a fight. Though the defending kid wasn't exactly easy on the eyes, Chess had seen enough bullies to connect "jock build loud voice" with "asshole". More people got involved, most notably at first was the artsy boy from before with the unfortunate nicotine habit. Friends, perhaps? Maybe roommates? Oh what a great introduction to one another that must have been.

Then however came a most unexpected intervention from the goth kid. Casper, was it? It was, yes, he remembered now. Unexpected in both the fact that he involved himself at all, and how he did so. Chess had expected the bully to spare a moment and clock the small boy over the head, but when he blinked, he saw the larger boy across the floor, scrambling to his feet and shuffling away. What? What had happened? Had Casper done it or had it been one of the other people? Dammit, he hated missing out on information, especially when it pertained to the people he'd probably be spending the next few years around. In school he'd gone out of his way to know the names, hobbies, and even the dirty little secrets of damn near every student popular or otherwise, and even though it was a new environment, Chess didn't like how little footing he had here.

Soon as the fight had started, it was over. People dispersed, and Chess began to feel that he'd spent enough time in the cafeteria thus far. He finished his coffee, then, in a split decision, decided to follow after the artsy boy, Mason. Smoker or not, the kid was perhaps the most cultured individual he'd seen thus far, it would certainly be worth it to at least try and get to know him. 

It wasn't hard to find him, the smell of smoke was powerful and unmistakable to his less-than-accustomed nose. When he approached Mason, he'd expected to make some suave introduction, but his throat was scratchy from the smell, and when he opened his mouth what came out was "Ah hello-" and then a spiraling devolve into a coughing fit.