Chapter 10 He always thought of me that way . With over hundreds of students in each grade , realistically , Caspian and I might never have crossed paths again after graduation . If that is , he hadnt been a habitual truant . And if I hadnt just so happened to be a Hall Monitor , dedicated to enforcing every rule and catching every infraction . Lean and broad shouldered for sixteen , Caspian had a slightly disheveled look about him . Looking up , he had a rebellious glint in his eyes , an almost arrogant swagger , and a fiercely untamed gaze . Can you let me off this time ? He had a habit of skipping class to watch underground street races for free . Those things that adults found worthless , only trouble . Mm , I replied , pretending to be uninterested . He sounded so compliant , I almost believed he was actually going back to class . But then he let out a soft whistle and agilely scaled the fence , making a clean escape . Having successfully escaped , he turned his head , his dark eyes rebellious and clear , radiating a youthful , fearless energy . Alright then , Im sure youll be writing me a referral , senior , he said with a casual smirk . I hated anyone who didnt follow the rules . Look , Caspians collecting love letters again , My partner in the bathroom , and future boss , my best friend , was gazing out over the railings , towards the figure at the corner of Northwood High under the big tree . Lsaid with a cold and annoyed tone , I dont like people who dont obey the rules . It was like he had heard me , with some super sense he was able to hear my mumbling . 6.4 % His dark eyes met mine , a hint of challenge in them , as if to say , Ill do whatever I want . What can you do about it ? Our paths should not have crossed . Until one day , someone started following me home . Walking home after school , I could feel someone tailing me , watching from the shadows . I knew they were capable of anything . At the bus stop outside Northwood High , It was dark , and snow was falling heavily . Caspian was standing there alone , waiting for the bus . His eyes were volatile , his face holding an intense aura that would ward off any trouble . I walked directly over to him , pretending we were friends , trying to dodge those people following me . He raised an eyebrow , and then looked beyond me , noticing them behind me . Still staring ? Fuck off ! Caspian barked , his voice full of arrogance and menace . They flinched , backing off and melting into the shadows . Then , he walked behind me , escorting me all the way home . L Senior , he said suddenly . Actually , Im all bark and no bite , His voice was honest , with a hint of youthful naiveté . It was all an act ; he always played the part of a tough guy so well . Sorry , I said , feeling a little guilty , I didnt mean to get you involved , thank you for that . He stopped in front of me , his tall form blocking the light from the street lamp . Thats not it , his voice was clear and warm , with a trace of softness . I meant to say , Im actually one of those people who always follows rules . Tactually believed him . Perhaps , the only reason why he climbed the fence was to watch underground street races . 6.74 His eyes seemed so clear and pure , without a hint of malice . I hadnt stumbled upon him in an alley the next day , beating up those delinquents , his face cold and dark , showing a side of him that was world weary and dangerous , I might actually have thought he was a good boy He tilted his head , flicking a lighter open , then closed , his movements practiced and dangerous . Only when those guys were begging for mercy , did he drop the cruel façade . After that , no one ever bothered me . In my second year of university , I was studying in Florida . My sister called me . Mom still doesnt want to see you . Its because you look too much like Dad , her voice dripping with mockery and glee . 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