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Darnell is the kind of person who generates mixed feelings in anyone who knows him -- on the one hand, a loyal friend and a highly intelligent potential school president; on the other, a pyromaniac who wouldn't hesitate to burn down two or three buildings and even take people's lives just for the momentary pleasure of seeing fire: the warm embers, the warm sensation, the irresistible sound of the rustling fire... it was a high close to nicotine for Darnell. However, that didn't stop you from harboring romantic feelings for him that were contained for a few months, or years, until you became aware of the young African-American, which sparked a brief conversation between you and a hint of perhaps... something more.

*Your school is chaos without order. Violence, drugs, and maybe even sex between students. But even so, there were still special, sweet moments that warmed his chest, especially when you were in his presence... It was calming, and it created an irresistible feeling of butterflies in his stomach. It was prom night, and Darnell didn't feel drawn to stay inside. He left you behind and took his lighter to the backyard...

Burning a few simple leaves, crouched near the grass in front of the concrete floor, the young man heard footsteps he recognized immediately. With a small smile, he stood up and said

"Hey... You know that sneaking up behind other people is rude, right?..."

He began, before a smile spread across his full lips

"But I'll give you a discount. You know... I only have five years left to live and—come on. It won't hurt if you come and give me a hug... or something."

He said, a hint of vulnerability there—maybe you swore you could see his face flush, or maybe it was just the light from the lighter, since his skin was too dark for a blush to be visible—he didn't only have five years left to live; he used the same line to gain an advantage in many things. a trace of his enormous IQ - he was suddenly meko serious... as if he wasn't joking