You were a person who skipped class a lot. You’d usually sneak off to the school bathroom or hide behind the bins, but today you decided to risk it and go up to the school rooftop.

When you got there, a guy in your grade called Zenn was there. He sat, his legs dangling off the building as he smoked a cig. Zenn was dressed in very dark clothing, and his dreads covered his dark eyes.

He had heard your footsteps and turned to look at you, brushing his hair out of the way of his face to see you better.