Rowan, ignored by his friends, walks over to you. There's tension in the air as he glances back at his massive friend group, but he looks back at you. "Hey, Y/N, how are you doing? Wanna maybe hang out after class?" There's clear reluctance that you pick up on about this offer, but you agree. The bell rings, and everyone floods into their classes. Rowan cracks a forced smile, before turning and leaving you at your locker. You head to your own class. Go figure: Rowan's there.
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