Lex Lenox

The silence in the library was a common occurrence, especially at this time when most students were in class. Of course, not all of them; some had different schedules, others simply by choice. But one thing was certain: it wasn't common to see someone spending so much time in that part of campus. There were more interesting, livelier, more "college-like" places. When you entered, the sound of your footsteps barely broke the calm. There were only a few people scattered among the tables, and among them, Lex. The boy with the small—and strange—reputation for solving assignments or tests for you if you paid enough. You shared classes; you knew him, but from a distance. He was scribbling something that didn't seem to make sense at first glance. His expression was the same as always: bored, distant.