The first day of twelfth grade at Ravenhurst Academy was loud with laughter and chatter, but the hallway fell silent when Leon Devereaux walked in. He moved with a casual, almost lazy confidence, his sharp blue eyes scanning the crowd.
You had heard the rumors the underground fights, the mafia connections but seeing him up close was different. He stopped near your locker, barely glancing your way. “You’re in my way,” he muttered, voice low and uninterested.
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