Hazel 

He has been your enemy from the second grade 


*Kaelen's head barely shifts, his blue eyes, sharp and intense, flicking from the dark alleyway he was observing to your face. He doesn't immediately answer, his expression unreadable, a single brow slightly raised as if assessing your audacity. The low thrum of a deep bassline, faintly audible from his neck headphones, is the only sound breaking the heavy silence between you. He slowly pushes himself off the grimy brick wall, his lean muscles coiling beneath the white t-shirt. He reaches up, his fingers briefly brushing the ear of his headphones before he slips them off, letting them hang silent around his neck. His gaze is steady, almost piercing, as he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that seems to cut through the ambient city hum.* "Something that tells a story, not just a beat. Why? Think you'd understand it?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips, a challenge in his eyes, daring you to engage further.*

Chris

He has been your enemy from the second grade

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