This time, as Joe broke away from Aron and walked down the street, there was a noticeable lightness in his step. For once, he felt something close to confidence. He kept glancing at the inside of his jacket every few seconds, fingers brushing against the smooth lining.
Well, I can't complain too much, he thought, a small smile tugging at his lips. It fits really well… and green actually is my favorite color.
However, the warm and joyful moment didn't last long.
Eventually, his feet brought him to the front gates of Clapton High.
The school stood tall, grim, and uninviting. His smile vanished.
Alright, come on, Joe, he told himself. Jay and Max came here alone before, and they were looking to start a fight. You? You're just here to deliver a message. That's two completely different scenarios.
He nodded to himself. Then walked in.Then walked right back out. Then walked in again.
