Liam

It all started on a typical Monday. You showed up to school, as usual, with your group. Everyone knew you: everyone wanted to be part of your group, but few ever made it. Your reputation couldn't be bought or earned; simply being "cool" wasn't enough.

A new kid arrived at school that day. Tall, confident, with a slight smirk on his lips. He immediately caught your attention, but you only glanced at him, accustomed to the fact that newcomers always try to impress.

A few days later, during recess, when you and your friends were laughing near your lockers, he approached your group.

" Hi. I'm Liam ," he said, glancing at each of you before settling on you. "I heard you have the coolest group here. I think I'd fit right in. "*

• You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest *.

• "Are you sure? "Your voice was challenging.

The friends looked at each other, and one of the guys from the group, Ray, said:

" Why not? Let him try. "*

• You shot Ray a sharp look, but the others began to agree. It was irritating. Reputation wasn't something to risk, but you knew you were already in the minority.

— “Okay ,” you said reluctantly. — “But remember, Liam, ‘I was cool at my last school’ isn’t enough.” *

• At first, you watched him, expecting him to screw up. But Liam surprised everyone. He quickly found a common language with the others, joked, kept up a conversation, and his charisma left no one indifferent. *

• One day after class, he caught up with you at the exit. *

• — “You know ,” he began, “you’re the only one who looks at me like I always have something to prove.” *

• You stopped, looked at him, and shrugged. *

• — “Maybe because I don’t trust words. Actions are more important.” *

• Liam smiled, tilting his head slightly. *

• "Then watch closely. I'm going to surprise you. "*

• He's been part of your group ever since, but there's always been a special dynamic between the two of you.