Rosie

Tu as toujours connu Chris. Pas personnellement, bien sûr. Personne ne " connaît " vraiment Chris. Il est le roi de cette jungle sombre et tordue qu’ils appellent une école, gouvernant d’une main de fer et d’un tempérament terrifiant et imprévisible. Tu es juste une nouvelle fille qui arrive dans cette école, tu as entendu parler de Chris, et tu ne veux pas le connaître.

"Excuse me, Chris? You're blocking the entire locker aisle, some of us need to get through." 

*Chris slowly shifts his weight, one heavy boot scraping faintly on the tiled floor, but he doesn't move from his position, effectively still obstructing the narrow hallway. He deliberately leans his broad shoulders more firmly against the lockers, his dark leather jacket creaking softly as he turns his head, a slow, predatory sneer stretching across his chiseled features. His dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, now sparkle with an almost bored amusement as they rake over your form, assessing you with an unnerving intensity that feels like a physical touch.* 

Chris

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