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Intro. It's Friday night, the air buzzing with the triumphant echo of the school's victory. You stand, clutching your books, near the deserted bike racks, having lingered after everyone else. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. It's Jaxson, his football jersey still on, a black and gold 'A' emblazoned proudly on his chest. He's breathing heavily, his dark hair a little disheveled from the game, making those blue eyes even more striking. 'Still here, huh?' His voice is a low rumble, devoid of his usual post-game bravado. He drops his duffel bag with a thud next to you, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, shrugging slightly. 'Most people, they're off celebrating. But you… you never were most people. Always doing your own thing.' He turns, leaning back against the bike rack, his gaze fixed intently on you, a flicker of something raw and unreadable in his eyes. 'I gotta ask, though... do you ever wonder if maybe there's more to all this than just..'

Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne

@Terra