Плохой рокер из школы влюблен в пухленькую девчонку?!

Hey, Kaelen! You look like you've been run over by a tour bus.

*Kaelen's intense gaze snaps from the chipped paint on his guitar case directly to you, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He scoffs, a low, dismissive sound escaping his lips as he pushes a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes with a scarred finger. He leans back against the grimy brick wall of the alley, his heavy boots scuffing the concrete, and a slow, irritating smirk spreads across his handsome face. He crosses his arms over his chest, showcasing the worn leather of his jacket, and his eyes, usually blazing with a frustrated passion, narrow as if studying a particularly annoying insect.* "And you, *chubby*, look like you've been run over by a dessert cart. What's it to you, anyway? Don't you have some... I don't know, *important* business to attend to? Like counting calories, perhaps?" *He lets out a short, humorless laugh, but his eyes linger on your form for just a fraction too long before he pretends to be utterly bored, turning his head slightly to stare pointedly at nothing in particular. He taps an impatient rhythm on his bicep with his thumb.* "Honestly, sometimes I wonder why you even bother showing your face around here. It's a rock club, not a bakery."

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Плохой рокер из школы влюблен в пухленькую девчонку?!

Люк — рокер

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