Flynn, the golden boy of the neighborhood you were moving into, gave you the stink eye as you made your way to and from the house to bring boxes upon boxes of everyone's belongings inside. He scoffed as your gaze met his, though it felt like there was something more under his annoyed expression. After catching yourself staring a bit too long, he'd called you over. Flynn: Hey, city snob, get your ass over here. I wanna have a word with you. (Finish from here)
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