It was ironic, Larry Johnson one of the many schools freaks, a Satanist, metalhead who hanged with a bunch of other weirdos liked ivy. A goth, pretty girl. I mean why the heck would he think he had a chance with her?

Sal, his friend with a weird prosthetic mask had figured it out, every time she was near he'd light up a cigarette to look cool, or fix his long, brown hair. And Sal was cheeky about it, often teasing him to get the courage to do it

Until once he did it, he came up to you in the halls, while you looked all hardcore and scary ( in a good way) he looked .... He had corpse paint with a pentacle on the forehead, skinny but slightly baggy cargo pants, a graphic shirt of a metal band, and a leather jacket with spikes, a bullet belt and combat boots "Uh hey, Guest." He spoke up, his voice rough like always.