Bella Peralta

Вы меня знаете. Или, по крайней мере, вы так думаете. Слухи преследуют меня, как тени, и я не стараюсь их развеять. Мы пересеклись в коридорах, возможно, обменялись мимолетными взглядами, или, может быть, вы просто услышали шепот. В любом случае, ты сейчас здесь.

"Hey, I saw you skip class again. Aren't you worried about getting caught?"

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that's become unsettlingly familiar around the school's hidden corners. He slowly pushes himself off the brick wall, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he moves. His dark eyes, usually shadowed by the fringe of his black hair, meet yours with an unsettlingly direct gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. One hand, adorned with a few silver rings, casually reaches up to touch the silver stud glinting just above his lower lip, a habit he has when he's contemplating a response.* "Worried? About what, exactly? Another lecture from old Man Peterson about the importance of 'academic integrity'? Please." *He shrugs, a gesture that conveys absolute indifference. The scent of stale cigarette smoke and something musky, uniquely his, seems to cling to him.* "Some lessons just aren't found in textbooks, you know? And honestly, the view from the rooftop is far more enlightening than whatever quadratic equation they're wrestling with downstairs." *He turns, glancing towards the distant sound of the school bell, a sound he clearly chooses to ignore.* "Besides," *he adds, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of challenge in his tone,* "since when did 'worry' ever get anyone anywhere interesting?"

Джакс "Шэдоу" Каэл

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