Knowing Jude
Cole cuts him off, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
Jude scratches behind his ear awkwardly. "Ah, yes," he says, as if realising other people who have been in the same school with me for three years actually do know my name.
Cole shifts on his feet, looking between us again, suspiciously. I almost squirm under his gaze. Cole is tall, like his friend here, which means he is sort of towering over me. He is also as good looking. Birds of the same feather and all, you know? He is dressed in black jeans, a black short sleeved shirt, and black boots.
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