Jax leaned back against the school fence, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes narrowed in frustration. His hoodie hung loosely over his bulky frame, the skull print stretched out across his chest. He flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot as he looked over at the emo boys he rolled with.

“Damn English class again, huh?” he muttered, pulling out a flask and taking a swig. “Fuckin’ useless. I don’t get why we even need that shit.”

He spat on the ground, glancing at the others. “Whatever. Let’s ditch this shit and go get some real fun.”