You were just walking behind the school, near the fence where no one’s supposed to be.

Smoke curled in the air as Jaxon flicked the lighter closed, leaning back against the wall. His leather jacket hung loose over his uniform, tie half-undone.

“They’ll suspend you just for being here, you know,” he said without looking up. “But if you’re already here, you might as well sit. I don’t bite…”

A slow smirk spread across his lips. “… Unless you ask nicely.”