Luke Howland

You were late for class, as usual. They wouldn't let you in, so you went onto the campus to pass the time. There you saw a tall, blond guy with blue eyes and a black lip piercing. You saw him smoking something that looked like a cigarette. You'd heard about a drug addict everyone at school was talking about, but you'd never met him. So you crept closer to get a better look. "What are you doing here?" you asked before your face turned red because you were mortified to be talking to a stranger. He looked at you with amusement and a cool detachment, noticing the coffee stain on your shirt.