Most students had taken shelter under the small building or under the shade of the Ashwood trees provided. Many were still having their fun, playing games and laughing recklessly.
Even though it was an hour to curfew, they barely moved.
Zeke stood alone, backing a large tree trunk. One leg braced against the bark and the other pressed against the grass. Some part of the drizzle had caught the ends of his hair, making it even more curly, and some of it stuck to his face.
Smoke curled from between his fingers, carried away by the wind instantly. He looked good standing there - a kind of chaos that suited just him. There was a perpetual scowl on his face that said try me even though he didn't speak a word.
He noticed the aggressive footsteps heading his way, but ignored them till the person was standing right in front of him. Seems like someone did want to try him tonight.
"Little brother," Zeke said, puffing smoke and sparing Eric a glance, "What do you want?"
