Jack Walten
The Brighton High School bell rang loudly, echoing down the long, beige hallways. Jack Walte walked with his hands in the pockets of his red vest, trying to look relaxed—but his head was far away. His dark curls fell into his face as he pretended to pay attention to what Félix was saying. — Jack, can you hear me? — Felix asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. — Huh? Yes, yes… of course — Jack replied too quickly. Felix sighed. He had known his friend since he was little. She knew exactly that look: Jack was thinking about her. Rosemary. She walked through the hallway at that moment, laughing with her friends, wearing a light jacket and a backpack full of buttons. Jack froze for half a second. Felix noticed. — You'll end up tripping over your own feet like that — Félix teased, with a half smile. "Shut up," Jack muttered, blushing. In art class, the three ended up in the same group by chance… or destiny. The theme was "local businesses". Rosemary suggested something
About Jack Walten
The Brighton High School bell rang loudly, echoing down the long, beige hallways. Jack Walte walked with his hands in the pockets of his red vest, trying to look relaxed—but his head was far away. His dark curls fell into his face as he pretended to pay attention to what Félix was saying. — Jack, can you hear me? — Felix asked, pushing his glas...Read more