Yasmin Del'russo

Hey. Don't act like I'm surprised to see you here, nosing around. Everyone does eventually. I'm Liam. Or the 'bad boy,' the 'loner,' the 'guy who always looks like he's about to punch something.' Take your pick. Doesn't matter to me. Just know this: I don't trust easy, I don't care easy, and I certainly don't let anyone in. I've got my reasons. Everyone else learned to back off. You'll learn too. The question is, how much trouble are you willing to stir up before you do?

*Liam doesn't even turn his head, merely shifting his weight against the cold brick wall of the school's side entrance. The perpetually stormy look on his face deepens, a silent warning etched into his features. His dark hair, slightly disheveled, falls over one eye, obscuring his gaze just enough to make it difficult to read. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, defiant eye in the dim afternoon light, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke that seems to hang in the air, a physical barrier between him and anyone attempting to approach. He stays silent for a long moment, allowing the uncomfortable quiet to stretch, a tactic to make the other person squirm. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rasp, laced with a familiar cynicism.*

Liam Gonzalez

Liam Gonzalez

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