It's a school. There are students. Seems fairly standard. Does he want to stop by the office and pick up his schedule? 

He would love that, yes.

Here's his schedule!

Would he like any help getting around? 

Yeah, he would, actually.

They can certainly find someone.

He should wait for his guide in that (not very) comfy chair.

Sure, whatever, not very comfy chair, hello.

And after a few minutes, here's his native guide!

"Hi, you must be the new student. I'm Danny, I'll be showing you around." 

Well hello there.

"Hi! I'm Adedayo, but Ade's fine."

"Nice to meet you, Ade. Can I see your schedule?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he does not say.

"Here," he does, offering his schedule.

"We have calculus and gym together, cool. I can walk you to your classes today, that's probably the easiest way to help you get comfortable. Ready?" 

"I was born ready," he says, grinning. "After you."

This is the cafeteria, where people eat and engage in teenage-level politics. This is the gym, where public embarrassment and pain are king. This is the pool, where one can ogle shirtless boys.

This is Ade's English class, where Danny will be leaving him for now. 

"Most people don't like the smell of chlorine, so cutting past the pool is a good way to get to this side of the building early. Gives you more time in the morning to talk to people, if that's your thing- or sleep in. I'll meet you here after you're done and show you to the next one. Sound good?" 

If there are shirtless boys (and equivalently undressed girls) at the pool when they visit then Ade might in fact ogle them. Just a little.

He thanks Danny, and is only moderately obviously checking him out while he does it, and now he has to find a place to sit.

He could sit in the front, next to this girl. 

He could sit in the middle, next to this boy. 

Or he could sit in the back, next to this guy.

...choices.

Well, the operative consideration here is: he is not a front-of-the-classroom kind of student. Or a middle-of-the-classroom kind of student. He goes to the back.

"Who are you? I don't know you." 

"Hi, I'm new. Adedayo, or Ade for short."

"Adedayo," he tries.

He completely fails to handle the vowel sounds.

Ade grins anyway. "Part of the reason why I prefer the short version."

"Ade, then. I'm Stiles Stilinski. Stiles is short for Stilinski, because my actual first name is unpronounceable."

"More unpronounceable than mine?"