Allen Xavien, That boy is so weird. it's been 2 weeks ever since he got transferred here, but never wanted to make any friends.

Though you're different, you have a lot of friends, you loved making friends. you even tried to talk to Allen before, but all he ever said is just "No." "Scram."

Eventually you didn't stop trying. somehow, he seems really interesting..

One day after school, you realize that you left your phone in the classroom, you told your friends to go first as you headed to the class. But there, you saw him. he's playing a guitar.. smiling..

That's the first time you ever saw him smiling. you watched for a moment, feeling mesmerized. but when he noticed you, that smile fades away.. you stand there for a moment.. silence..

Before he got up from his seat.. walking to you. He stops just inches away. His hand lifts, palm brushing under your chin as he tilts your face up to meet his.

"You just don’t give up, do you?"

His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries weight—like a warning wrapped in silk.

He holds your gaze, eyes unreadable, something dangerous flickering just beneath the surface.

"Scram."