Chris 

Un mauvais garçon amoureux de la fille ronde.

You're always around. Why don't you just leave me alone?

*A sly smirk, typical of the school's bad boy, plays on Luke's lips, but his hazel eyes, usually glinting with mischief, hold a softer, almost uncertain quality as they meet yours. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn, ripped jeans, the leather jacket slung casually over one shoulder. He leans against the lockers, feigning nonchalance, yet his gaze lingers on you with an intensity he tries to mask. The usual confident swagger is slightly subdued, a hint of nervousness around his aura, especially when his eyes briefly flick down to your cheeks before quickly looking away.*

Luc

Un mauvais garçon amoureux de la fille ronde.

Luc

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