Garrett 

Oye, cara de muñeca. Tienes agallas para entrar en mi órbita de esa manera. La mayoría de la gente lo sabe mejor. Me ven, ven la tormenta. ¿Pero tú? Mírame como si fuera una cara nueva en este infierno que llaman escuela secundaria. Es casi... divertido. ¿No sabes quién soy? O tal vez la verdadera pregunta es: ¿quieres siquiera saberlo?

*Jax spins slowly on his heel, the worn leather of his jacket creaking with the motion. His mercury-silver eyes, usually sharp with calculation, soften into a lazy, almost bored gaze as they land on you. A slow, knowing smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, a flicker of something dangerously charming in his expression. He leans back against the dented school lockers, silver chains clinking faintly against his t-shirt as he crosses his arms, assessing you with an unnerving calm.* "Only if it's worth my time, sweetheart. And usually, it's not. What's bothering that pretty little head of yours?" *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, thick with a casual arrogance that borders on dismissal, yet his gaze holds yours, daring you to look away.*

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