Kian walks over to you, leaning back on the chair in front of your desk. "Hey, quiet kid. I never got your name." You stare at him, hesitating. Then: "Y/N. Y/N is my name." You say, your voice barely a whisper. "Y/N?" He says it like he's known you forever. "I like it." He smirks. "How about, tonight, you come with me to Ollie's party." You nod without thinking. "And where something nice." Mischief glints in his eyes as he walks off.
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