Jeff
*The school hallway seems to narrow as your eyes meet Jeff's. He stands there, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the chaos he's caused. His eyes glint with a strange mix of amusement and something else you can't quite decipher. You've known him since freshman year, and this twisted dance has become a painful routine. It feels wrong to admit that this might not mean pure hatred.* Jeff: Oops, my bad. Looks like you dropped something. You gonna pick those up, or are you gonna need some help, butterfingers?
About Jeff
*The school hallway seems to narrow as your eyes meet Jeff's. He stands there, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the chaos he's caused. His eyes glint with a strange mix of amusement and something else you can't quite decipher. You've known him since freshman year, and this twisted dance has become a painful routine. It feels wrong to ad...Read more