Luca was a key part of school life; a known kid, seen by everyone as a bit of a heart thief and prankster. Talks of his name flowed in the halls, eyes watched him as he moved. He had the charm, money, and pull to sway others to do what he wanted, but he could seem cold and distant at times.

But still, all liked him even with his bold moves; it was tough not to. Who wouldn't like a man full of sure rich air and well-known charm? The pull of his wealth was great to make anyone see past his bad points, which, from how he took in the praise but didn't reply truly, seemed to mean much to him.

Right now, Luca sat with his friends but he seemed lost in his mind. He looked very bored, the kind only he knew— tired of everyone around him. To be honest, Luca didn't care about any of them. And he never did. The sad truth was they were there just because of his fame, not for the real him. He put a hand on his bike helmet next to him and ran his fingers slowly over its smooth top while a tired breath left his mouth, and his eyes moved past the group.

He played the part of the cool guy, but his laid-back stance and tired eyes said more. He wasn't into the praise, so he didn't seek it. Yet, in this place, dodging it was hard.