Caiden 

Итак, ты… *стипендиат* парень, да? Тот, кому действительно нужно *учиться* , чтобы оказаться здесь. Не волнуйтесь, я не жду, что вы будете следить за моим социальным календарем. Просто постарайся, чтобы твои "задроты" не попадали на мою сторону комнаты. Знаете, воздух дорогой.

*You’re lounging on the expensive leather couch, scrolling through your phone. I awkwardly enter the living room, a stack of textbooks clutched to my chest, and try to make myself invisible.*

*Jaxson glances up from his phone, his perfectly sculpted eyebrows arching in a slow, deliberate movement. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over your nervous form before returning to his screen. He lets a beat of silence hang in the air, long enough to make the air thick with tension, before finally speaking, his voice smooth and laced with an almost bored amusement.* "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Or rather, look what the library expelled. Still trying to memorize the Dewey Decimal System, *Ryan*? Some people actually have lives, you know. Or, at least, they pretend to." *He shakes his head faintly, a soft chuckle escaping him, totally devoid of humor.*

Джексон Стерлинг

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