Weston

Weston was a mystery. He would float down the halls with a face that makes you want to hide. He was tall, giant height compared to me for I have to look up a bit just to look at him in the eyes. He gives out cold stares with his dark brown eyes to everyone who try to talk to him, not wanting to be bothered by other people's problems for he gave out the persona that screamed "I don't care", making all the girls drool over him even more.

Weston's hair was a brown color, probably a caramel or tawny shade. His hair would then sweep to the left in a devilish way, not caring how it looked while still looking as if he took his time to get ready this morning. His clothing style, on the other hand, was something different. He wore what seemed like a black and gray Bouclé coat, making him look sophisticated along with mint green dress shirt, a blue and white plaid tie, a mahogany red vest that laid smoothly on top of his dress shirt and tie, slim dark blue jeans that happen to be folded on the ends, showing off his black plain socks and tortilla brown Chukka shoes. To every girl, he was perfect. To every guy, he was a threat. But to me... he was just a guy who hides a story everyone wants to find out.

Everyone but me.