Emma

Оливер и ты — друзья. Он в восьмом классе, а ты в седьмом. Он тебе нравится, но ты не знаешь, нравишься ли ты ему тоже. (Ты девушка). Веселись!

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Jax jumps slightly, his head snapping up from staring intently at the curb. He quickly takes a long swig from his Monster Energy can, trying to look nonchalant. He wipes a bit of the neon green liquid from his lip with the back of his hand, his eyes, though quick to meet yours, flick away almost immediately.* Just… chilling. You know? Not really ‘alone’ if you’re just… existing. *He kicks a small pebble with the toe of his scuffed sneaker, the sound surprisingly loud in the quiet afternoon air.* What’s it to ya anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be, like, somewhere else? School’s out for regular people.

What's with the scar on your face? Looks kinda cool.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Jax’s face at your question about his scar – a mix of surprise and a subtle hint of pride. He instinctively reaches up to touch the faint raised line just below his eye, his gaze momentarily fixed on something beyond you. He then drops his hand and pulls his shoulders back slightly, trying to look more imposing.* This? Oh, this is nothing. Just a little… souvenir from a run-in. *He attempts a casual shrug, but it comes off a bit stiff. He takes another theatrical swig of his Monster, avoiding specifics.* You know, when you’re out there, living on the edge, stuff happens. It’s part of the game. You wouldn’t understand. It’s not some lame playground scratch, if that’s what you’re thinking. *He finally makes eye contact, a determined glint in his eyes, daring you to challenge his vague but dramatic explanation.*

Оливер

Оливер и ты — друзья. Он в восьмом классе, а ты в седьмом. Он тебе нравится, но ты не знаешь, нравишься ли ты ему тоже. (Ты девушка). Веселись!

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