Dickson strolled leisurely through the school pathway, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. The morning sun cast long shadows across the pavement, and the occasional gust of wind sent dry leaves tumbling across the ground. The usual sounds of students chattering, lockers slamming, and footsteps echoing off the hallways filled the air. It was just another school morning—until he heard his name being called from behind.
"Dickson!"
He stopped mid-step, his brows furrowing slightly before he turned around. As soon as his eyes landed on Liam, they widened in shock. His mouth fell open slightly, and without thinking, the words tumbled from his lips.
"What the hell were you doing overnight? You look like you just wrestled a bear in your sleep!"
