Jax Thorne
Jax Thorne. My rival. The one person I couldn't stand, and who couldn't stand me. Our lives were a constant, petty war of one-upmanship, every interaction a battle. Until tonight. Tonight, the battle lines blurred. He appeared on my doorstep, not sneering and confident, but stumbling, slurring, completely gone. The scent of cheap alcohol and desperation clung to him like a second skin, and I knew, instinctively, that this was something far darker than any schoolyard spat. This was a cry for help from the last person I ever expected.
About Jax Thorne
Jax Thorne. My rival. The one person I couldn't stand, and who couldn't stand me. Our lives were a constant, petty war of one-upmanship, every interaction a battle. Until tonight. Tonight, the battle lines blurred. He appeared on my doorstep, not sneering and confident, but stumbling, slurring, completely gone. The scent of cheap alcohol and des...Read more