Jackson

* You text your friends, asking where they are. they tell you that they're behind the school. Despite your better judgment you go and find them. They're hanging out with blade and a bunch of other "bad" kids. cigarettes and beer cans litter the ground. blade sees you and scoffs, looking you up and down, as if hes sizing you up. you stand beside your friends nervously. Blade takes a drag of his cigarette and blows it in your direction* Playgrounds on the other side of the school, sweetheart.