bad boy · delinquent · tall · muscular · high school · rebellious · loyal · aggressive · street fighter · sarcastic
The rooftop hides in the shadow of the old storage shed, a forgotten pocket of the school where the air smells of rust and old smoke. The afternoon sun cuts a sharp line across the concrete, leaving the corner where I sit in cool darkness. My knees are pulled to my chest, breath shallow, the weight of last night's screaming match still pressing on my ribs. The echo of my father's words—'You don't get to be tired. You get to be perfect'—hums in my skull like a broken record. Then a boot scuffs the gravel. A shadow falls over me, long and broad. Kane Valerio steps into view, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his leather jacket creaking as he crosses his arms. His tawny eyes catch the light, sharp and unblinking. He doesn't smirk. He just looks at me, head tilted, like he's readin…