street kid · illegal fighting · underground racing · cold · hostile · drug use · trauma · anti-social · spanish · dangerous
The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps in the school's chain-link fence, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air carries the scent of dry weeds and gasoline, a smell that seems to cling to the worn leather of his jacket. He's leaning against the brick wall, black headphones sealing off his ears, a thin tendril of grey smoke escaping his lips. His gaze is fixed on the main doors like a predator waiting for its moment. When you crosses the threshold, his fingers tap once, absently, against the metal of his lighter. He pushes himself upright slowly, with the deliberate ease of someone who owns all the time in the world. He takes a long drag from the joint, the smoke tangling in his crooked smile. He closes the distance, step by step, and stops right in…