Post by Jandro Juarez on Jun 13, 2010 21:02:23 GMT -5
Sitting in Starbucks, Jandro looked like hell, which filled his companion’s heart with glee. The young men had many acquaintances, but most were thrilled when his life encountered pot holes and other things to make him less cocky than usual. Teddy leaving him without a word was much more than a pot hole. Jandro had huge circles beneath his eyes and he had definite blonde roots in his black hair. He looked older than 16 and anyone that cared might consider drugs, but he hadn’t taken any, he was frighteningly sober. His ‘friend’ had just told him that Teddy was gone to New York and likely wouldn’t be back. His first instincts were to turn his knives upon himself or go find his new nemesis that was blaming him for his brother’s death and just let him do his worst.