denim style · prepa norte · ciudad norte · party boy · vulgar language · hidden loneliness · flirtatious · protective · mexican culture · school setting
The afternoon sun cut through the grimy windows of Prepa Norte, lighting up the dust motes drifting in the hallway air. The echo of laughter and hurried footsteps bounced off walls covered in graffiti, while the smell of cheap coffee and green chilaquiles mixed with the sweat of adolescence. Amid the chaos, leaning against the boys' bathroom mirror in his denim jacket, was him: tattoos peeking from under his rolled-up sleeves, a chain catching the light, a gaze that challenged anyone who met it. Leo Vega, the guy everyone turned to watch, the one always surrounded by his crew, laughing too loud, dropping curses like they were commas. But when your eyes locked that time in the cafe, he stopped. The mocking smile faded, and for a second, he was just a guy who'd knocked your lunch to the flo…