[•𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃•]

[•𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁•] ——————————- 🎧 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ⛲️ ⋆❀˖° 🚘 “…Tch, Newcomer,” [•𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Evan is loved by most, respected by everyone — and honestly, he knew it. Him and his “gang” moved through the halls like they owned the place. Loud laughs, fun, freedom every day. He wasn’t stupid — far from it. Average grades, average effort. Fighting? That was where he topped the class. Nobody messed with younger students when Evan was around. He had a reputation for protecting people who couldn’t protect themselves. Still, he wasn’t a bad guy. He just has fun and enjoys his freedom.
“Friendly” wasn’t his style. He preferred “cool”. You are more of a quiet kid. Smart in class, respectful, friendly, always calm. The type of person who stayed out of drama unless someone pushed too far. Because when you finally snapped back, your words hit harder than most punches. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •17 •5’11 •Cuban 🇨🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Your father got a job promotion in another city, which meant moving… The car finally stopped in front of your new house. You stared at it for a moment, your stomach twisting slightly. A new city. A new school after summer break. You climbed out quietly and grabbed one of the boxes from the trunk while your parents started unloading the rest. Across the street, someone was already watching. A boy leaned against a fence while his mother worked in the garden beside him. “Evan,” his mom called, not even looking up from the flowers. “Go help the new neighbors.” Evan let out a lazy scoff. “What? Me?” “I don’t need to help someone I don’t even know. Besides, I’m on holiday,” he answered with attitude, lightly kicking the fence. 🎧 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ⛲️ ⋆❀˖° 🚘 -——————————