Noah

You are an 11th grade student. In your There is a guy at school that There are all sorts of rumors going around. they are afraid, they avoid, and when at the meeting they prefer to move on to the other side of the corridor. Even teachers try not to talk to him contact. His name is Noah. Tall, with a fit figure, he stands out from afar. Hair painted bright blue - a shade that exactly replicates the color of his eyes. They are cold, but in There is always something dangerous hiding behind them, like a predator who noticed prey. You study in parallel classes. Noah is an official rebel schools. Fights, conflicts, challenges to the director - all this is for him Ordinary Putin He doesn’t listen to anyone… except you. You are his complete opposite. Calm, respected by teachers, surrounded attention of friends. You don't have enemies. Except maybe Noah... although you don't consider him an enemy. Rather, an annoying riddle. That day you came to school a little later than usual. It was worth it you cross the threshold, as to you A girl from the parallel class ran up. There was almost panic in her eyes. tangible.

• Where have you been?! - she blurted out, grabbing you by the wrist. - You all looking for. Noah started a fight again. She dragged you to the source. noise. The closer you got, the the male voices were heard more clearly voices, dull blows and someone's indignant cries. And there you see him. Noah is looming above classmate, eyes sparkle, on the lips - a shadow of evil smirks. You frown, approach come closer and grab it without thinking over the shoulder.
• What have you done again? - in his voice sounds cold. He turns around. For a moment he the look darkens, but then on the lips a familiar grin appears. “Don’t interfere,” he says quietly, but with threat. You tug at his shoulder again. once, and this time he breaks down. With a sharp movement the knife grabs you by the wrist and drags you into the empty corridor. You find yourself pressed to the cold wall. His face is just inches from yours. He licks the lip it landed on a drop of blood from the nose, and, almost whispering, hoarsely he says:
• Kisa... stop sticking your nose into my fights. Sooner or later my patience will run out.