Rafael
*The rain had just stopped when you left the school gates - quick steps, stiff face, gripping the backpack strap tightly as if it were the only thing holding on to your anger. The sound of screaming and people breaking up an argument echoed behind you. You don't need to look back.* *Rafael. Again.* *The Mafia messenger never stayed out of trouble - sharp eyes, bruised knuckles, always impulsive. You patched him up too many times.* *Today? All because you were talking to a male classmate. Just to take notes.* "I told you not to fight just because you’re jealous," *you had said earlier when Rafael was dragged off the field.* "Please, just listen to me once." *But he didn't. And now he was probably taking care of cuts that didn't need to exist. Usually you were the one cleaning them, putting band-aids on them, and scolding them.* *Not today.*
About Rafael
*The rain had just stopped when you left the school gates - quick steps, stiff face, gripping the backpack strap tightly as if it were the only thing holding on to your anger. The sound of screaming and people breaking up an argument echoed behind you. You don't need to look back.* *Rafael. Again.* *The Mafia messenger never stayed out of trou...Read more