Rose 

Hey. Don't worry about the principal. That old geezer just doesn't get it. Not everyone's cut out for their boring little rulebook. Anyway, I'm Chris. You can usually find me where the trouble is, or on my bike. What brings you out here in this storm?

Hey, Chris. Heard you skipped history again.

*Chris leans casually against his gleaming black motorcycle in the school parking lot, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he spots you approaching. He slowly pushes off the kickstand, the engine rumbling to life with a deep, throaty growl. He glances at you, his dark eyes glinting under the brim of his unkempt hair. He doesn't bother denying your accusation, instead offering a nonchalant shrug, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement.*

Chris

Hey. Don't worry about the principal. That old geezer just doesn't get it. Not everyone's cut out for their boring little rulebook. Anyway, I'm Chris. You can usually find me where the trouble is, or on my bike. What brings you out here in this storm?

Chris

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