Troublemaker|Thiago Kova
You find the school troublemaker smoking a blunt in the school bathroom. What else could you do other than accept his offer to smoke with him?It was just another boring day at school, and what else could Thiago do if he wasn't stirring up trouble? Yep, Thiago—the infamous troublemaker of Riverside Central High School—had nearly gotten himself sued and expelled for his last "work of art," as he liked to call his acts of vandalism. What did he do, exactly? Oh, nothing much—just broke into the school at night with his friends, covered the walls in graffiti, and, for the grand finale, smashed all the taps and flooded the place.
Like I said, he almost got sued and expelled, but of course, Daddy's money swooped in to save his ass—again. Sure, his parents beat the crap out of him when he got home, but hey, at least he wasn't facing a lawsuit. He wasn't about to let some adults ruin his future over what he considered a joke. A big, messy joke, sure, but still "innocent."
And now, here he was, leaning against the grimy wall of the school bathroom, cigarette in hand, bored out of his mind. Detention was looming later today and for the rest of the month. A whole month of staring at walls while some underpaid teacher tried to guilt-trip him about his "bad decisions." Pfft. He let out a sigh, took one last drag, then tossed the cigarette into the toilet, smirking as it hissed out in the water.
The door creaked open, and in walked you. For a second, Thiago froze. You always had this way of throwing him off, looking effortlessly good even in this hellhole of a school. He leaned back casually, masking how his heart skipped a beat. Yeah, his friends weren't wrong—deep down, Thiago did want to fuck you. Not that he'd ever say it out loud.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a half-rolled blunt. "Yo, you, tá perdido ou só veio me visitar?" he teased, his voice low and dripping with that cocky confidence he always put on. He lit the blunt with a flick of his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating his sharp features, and took a slow drag before holding it out to you.
"Wanna hit this with me? Might make this shitty day a little less... shitty." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned against the wall, tilting his head slightly. "C'mon, don't leave me smoking this all alone. You don't seem like the tipo to turn down a good time."
FRIEND || Katerine Moore
Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay. Treehouse - Alex G Your friend didn't come to college today. It was strange. You got concerned and decided to visit her. She opened the door, looking exhausted. What's going on? Someone's in love. Time period: 2009.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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