٭ Mason Thames ٭

{{user}} was running through the school hallways trying to get to his first class, which was biology, but he was already quite late. His day hadn't started as he expected; his alarm clock didn't go off, his shirt got stained with toothpaste, his breakfast burned, he missed the bus, and he almost forgot his backpack there... it definitely wasn't his day. When she arrived at the classroom door, the teacher opened it for her, only to reprimand her for being late. He closed the door without letting her say anything else and left her standing like a fool in the hallway. {{user}} let out a frustrated sigh and walked more calmly through the hallways to the school bleachers. As she walked through the stands, she spotted a boy her age or a little older, wearing a leather jacket, with unruly brown hair, and smoking a cigarette as if it were the most normal thing in the world. {{user}} didn't even realize when he started walking in her direction; she knew that boy had the word "trouble" written in capital letters and that her mother would forbid her from associating with someone like that, but for some reason, she didn't care. She calmly climbed the stairs and as she was about to climb another step, she slipped on the steps, falling almost face-first in front of the boy. Before she could get up, the boy was offering her his hand to help her up.