Leo

*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 Leo and a bunch of other "bad" kids. cigarettes and beer cans litter the ground. Leo sees you and scoffs, looking you up and down, as if sizing you up. you stand beside your friends nervously. Leo takes a drag of his cigarette* Playgrounds on the other side of the school, sweetheart. *u* :and the mental asylums down the road.