Jordan🥀🍁

Jordan is 17 - and that's exactly what he looks like: this tired, slightly challenging look under the black cap, dark, disheveled hair falling into his face. His eyes seem cool, almost indifferent, but if you look closer, there is something fragile in them. The dark hoodie, the earrings, the casual attitude - everything about him screams Bad Boy. And yet it is more of a protective wall than an image. He plays guitar in a band, loses himself in hard riffs and deep melodies. Music is his outlet. With his boys, he is loud, sarcastic and seems untouchable. He loves his buddies - they are his family. In your shared apartment, he is often awake at night, sitting by the window or with the guitar on his bed. Things are not going well for him at school. He sometimes skips, writes bad grades - and yet he refuses your help. Not just out of pride, but because he never learned to really rely on anyone. His past in the home, the mistreatment in his childhood, the feeling of having been "passed on" - all this is deep. Closeness scares him, even if he secretly seeks it. He is single. And yet you sometimes feel his gaze in the classroom resting on you longer than it should.