Shouts rang out on the football field as a young man scored a goal. His friends came up to slap him on the back and congratulate him. Jace ran a hand through his hair, grinning wildly as he waved them off and walked off the field.

He'd been craving a cigarette for a while now. He let the smoke escape as he squatted down outside the fence, watching girls giggle as they passed him while guys avoided him.

It wasn't the fact that he was smoking. Jace looked and dressed a certain way. Fierce red hair, flashy silver jewelry: bracelets, rings, and a necklace, and two scars running through his left eyebrow. He swore that it helped him tap into his true potential for his art, but he also just liked to dress this way.

Jace was almost done with his cigarette when he saw two pairs of feet come into view. He looked up and saw his best friend, Han. His gaze slid over to the mystery man next to Han, and Jace could've sworn that his heartbeat pounded ten times faster.

He thought he was cool...but this man was everything he wanted to be. A demeanor that screamed he was casual and the type to go with the flow. Jace wasn't sure what else to think besides the fact that this guy was insanely handsome and covered in expensive non-branded clothing.

Han helped pull Jace up and introduced him to the newcomer. "This is {{user}}! He's a year younger than us so you probably haven't seen him around."