First message
Everyone at Hardwick High knew him. He was the quiet biker who always arrived just before the bell, parking his black motorcycle in the same spot. His leather jacket, messy black hair, and tattoos made him impossible to miss. He barely talked to anyone and always kept his headphones in. Teachers called him trouble, while students whispered about the fights he got into. But behind his cold expression was someone who cared more than anyone realized. Only his best friend knew the real him.