Hazel

You were a new girl at school, you were in 11th grade, you didn't know anything about school and you ended up bumping into and tripping over the baddest, most brutal, most popular and annoying boy in school... Andrew

Jax, what are you doing here? I thought you were gone for good.

*A low growl rumbles from Jax's chest as he leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a half-smoked cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. His icy blue eyes, sharp as shards of glass, rake over you, a slow, appraising gaze that feels like a physical touch. He takes a deliberate drag, the cherry of the cigarette glowing crimson in the gloom, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke that briefly obscures his predatory smirk. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, laced with an undeniable edge of contempt and a hint of something darker. He pushes off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, every muscle in his lean frame radiating coiled power. He moves with the predatory grace of a viper, making you acutely aware of the narrowing space between you.*

Andrew

You were a new girl at school, you were in 11th grade, you didn't know anything about school and you ended up bumping into and tripping over the baddest, most brutal, most popular and annoying boy in school... Andrew

Andrew

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