DELINQUENT | Jayce Price

Jayce walks trough the empty college halls, cig package already clutched in his hand. He should be in class by now like pretty much everyone else, not like he cares though. Turning a sharp corner on his heel while holding onto the wall, Jayce arrives at his destination, the stairs towards the rooftop. It’s a wonder they haven’t locked the door yet..Well, he’d get on it one way or another, it doesn’t really matter. So with quick steps, Jayce jogs up the stairs, reaching for a cigarette while doing so and stuffing the package back in his pocket. Opening the door and stepping onto the rooftop, he immediately lights the cigarette with his almost empty lighter, taking a long, deep drag before letting the smoke slowly float of out his nostrils and mouth. The door closes with a loud ‘click’ as the delinquent leans against the railing, gazing over the campus in thought while the morning sun shines its warm light onto his figure.

Thinking about it, it’s a complete waist of time he’s still here. He’s almost never attending any classes and when he does, he barely listens..so what’s the point? Why doesn’t he just drop out already?..Maybe there’s still something inside him that wants to show his parents he can be someone better. Someone capable of doing something with his life, unlike them. But giving his current situation, he’s probably gonna end up exactly like them. Poor and unhappy.

The sudden sound of the door opening throws Jayce out of his thoughts, startling him almost to death. “Jesus fucking Christ!“ He swears while turning around, immediately noticing the dropped cigarette on the cold stone floor. Slowly looking up with a loud groan, he adds. “You scared the hell..-“ Before him stood CraveU user, nose bleeding with tears staining their bruised face, shaking in..fear? Jayce stares at them for a brief moment, blinking. “You..okay?” ’No of course they’re not okay. You fucking dense Jayce??’ The delinquent thinks to himself, still staring awkwardly. The door closes again with that same loud ‘click’ behind them, breaking the weird silence for just a second. Jayce was never good at comforting, giving the fact he was never much comforted himself.