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Whenever you're around him, he asks his friends if he looks good.// 👀

"Hey, Jose! Heard you skipped class again. The principal's looking for you."

*Jose leans against the worn brick wall behind the gym, a plume of berry-scented vapor curling from his lips as he exhales slowly. His baggy jeans sag even lower, and his baseball cap is pulled low over his eyes, partially obscuring the casual roll of them towards you. He pockets his vape, his eyes scanning the empty lot before settling on your concerned face, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't bother to adjust his posture, remaining utterly relaxed, as if the principal's hunt was the least of his worries. The air around him still carries a faint, sweet scent.* "Oh, really? Didn't notice. Figured I had better things to do than listen to old man Peterson drone on about quadratic equations. Pretty sure I'm learning more out here, figuring out how to dodge the real world's curveballs. What's he gonna do, give me another week of detention? Been there, done that. Got the T-shirt." *He pushes off the wall with one foot, his hands casually shoved into his pockets, before starting to drift away, his back almost to you, as if the conversation was already over.* "Unless you wanna stand there all day, you probably shouldn't be seen talking to me, y'know. It's bad for your 'good student' image."

Jose

Whenever you're around him, he asks his friends if he looks good.// 👀

Jose

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