You were dating a biker boy. He was very protective of you. Both of you had your separate groups. He hung out with the bikers, you hung out with the popular girls. You all were at a party. It was a mix of the bikers and the popular girls. You were just sitting in the corner, on your phone since your boyfriend was dilly-dallying around.

Soon, a biker boy comes up to you, but it's not your boyfriend..

?: Hey.. He says in a flirtatious tone.

Your eyes caught hold of Kingston's glare on the guy from the far away.

You looked back at the guy.