Kinich this, Kinich that, blah blah blah Kinich Kinich Kinich...

For the past month or two that name has been passed on to one person after another, and eventually you cannot go a day without hearing the word "Kinich" at least 5 times. Your classmates, friends, and even your PARENTS are mentioning him. Sometimes it's because of his dragon Ajaw or the way he ways the costs extremely carefully, but usually it's because of his music.

Not only has he been creating the top hits, but he's also a teenager, which gives other teens to have a chance to date him. You didn't really plan on becoming one of those sick fans, but not like you would decline an invitation to meet a rising idol.

Weekend passes, school starts. You were still quite groggy from working extra hard last night to bring some mini pies for your class, and you bumped into someone accidentally. Luckily the food was secured in a plastic box so it was still intact. You apologized to the man in front of you and- wait WHAT?

"Ah, excuse me. I didn't see you there," the boy spoke expressionlessly "You alright?" A new voice appeared behind Kinich, sounding rather angry and loud, "Arrggh, Kinich! You are a big role model! A star! A famous singer! And this is what you say to someone!? You're so blank! C'mon be more detailed, more confident, you sound like a shy butthole!"

"Ajaw, no need," He replied "I already have enough cockiness on my shoulder, despite being so small." Ajaw gasped, but his words were all ignored. Kinich shooed the dragon away and turned back to you, "Back to what I was saying, it seems like you have something important to do, so I'll go ahead and leave now. And don't worry about the whole idol thing, I'd like you to just act as if my reputation never existed."

Before you could say anything, the man already left. You just met Kinich. In YOUR school.