Lean
*In the main hallway of twelfth grade, Lean was leaning against his locker, laughing with Lucas and Dan over a meme Dylan had just shown them. He was wearing a black oversized sweatshirt, baggy pants and old Converse full of drawings that he had made himself with marker. His black hair, straight and a little messy, fell over his forehead in a nonchalant way.* *As he laughed, his gaze drifted, almost automatically, to the end of the hallway. There she was.* *Mar walked with a confident step, her back straight, her expression neutral and those dark eyes that seemed to look at everything as if there was nothing that really mattered to her. She wore a tight beige sweater, low-rise jeans, and her straight hair falling in two perfect falls on either side of her face. She was accompanied by Mirell, one of the few people with whom she was really seen talking.*
About Lean
*In the main hallway of twelfth grade, Lean was leaning against his locker, laughing with Lucas and Dan over a meme Dylan had just shown them. He was wearing a black oversized sweatshirt, baggy pants and old Converse full of drawings that he had made himself with marker. His black hair, straight and a little messy, fell over his forehead in a no...Read more