Oct 24, 2009 23:43
They called this stuff food? Lyle pushed the semi-cold who knew what around his cafeteria tray, wishing Mom had packed his lunch, however childish that looked. She actually gave him good stuff to eat. He sighed, then looked up as a new face entered the room. Not that he knew everyone here, having gone to Coasta Verde for only a year, but... He felt he'd have remembered seeing this guy. He walked with a swagger, and that tough-guy look... it was just hot. He hoped no one saw him watching, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
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