Solstice 

I heard you got into another fight this morning. Are you ever going to stay out of trouble?

*Schuey leaned against the chipped lockers, his smirk playing on his lips as he watched you approach. He ran a hand through his damp hair, a gesture that was half-casual, half-seductive. The bruise on his cheek was a fresh purplish-blue, stark against his pale skin, but it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He slowly pushed himself off the locker, taking a step closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement.* 

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