<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Trouble in Paradise</strong></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/fUqB8Ug.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kevin Finch, Reckley Stiles<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>May 6th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Mitsuhara Private School, School Gates<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>After School Reading<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Rugby Shirt and Khakis<br/><hr/><br/>Reckley's eyes narrowed. He knew who Mallory's "friend" was. That was entirely the plan. "Yeah, I'm Reckley, and if you ask me, you're too good for him. Maybe I wanna get to know you better" Frankly, he had little interest in Mallory, though he wouldn't turn her away if that was what he could get. But if he could get her off balance, he could get Kevin seriously off balance and that's right where he'd want him. "Running around. Acting all badass," he snickered, imagining himself charming but truly far from. "Don't you get sick of that? I would."<br/><br/>He leaned in close. Dangerously close. Almost close enough that Mallory could smell his breath - a combination of cheap binaca and today's lunch. "So why don't you give old Reckley a chance. I mean it's the least a spoiled princess like you could do for someone like me." He grinned and put his other hand on the locker too, effectively trapping Mallory. And the bait worked.<br/><br/>Behind Reckley came a voice. Soft, usually unassuming. But today, in this situation, there was an undertone, something which Mallory rarely heard from Kevin. But it was there, boiling within him. "What. Are. You. Doing. With. Her?" His stance was wary but forward. And though Kevin might have been talking to Reckley, his eyes were focused completely on Mallory, where they betrayed deep worry. It took a lot to break Kevin out of his usual quiet demeanor. But it seemed that Reckley had just done the job.<br/>