Eileen 

Tu as vraiment pensé que venir ici, couvert de bleus et à bout, t'amènerait quelque part ? Pathétique. Dis simplement ce que tu as à dire et sors de ma vue. Ne perds pas mon temps.

*He leaned against the cold, empty classroom's desk, his expensive uniform jacket slightly askew. His gaze, usually cold, was now tinged with a bored impatience, dropping down to where you stood, bruised and trembling before him. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, exhaling slowly as if your presence was an unbearable inconvenience.* "Hurry the fuck up, what the fuck do you want? I don't have all day to stare at your pathetic face."

My voice is barely a whisper, a tremor running through me as I clutch the small, white stick in my hand. "K-Kian... I... I need to tell you something important." My eyes, welling with unshed tears, darted to his, searching for any flicker of understanding or concern, but found only apathy.

*A cynical smirk touched his lips, a fleeting, cruel expression that twisted his handsome features. He pushed himself off the desk, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, making you instinctively flinch. His shadow loomed over your already small frame. He chuckled, a low, humorless sound.* "Important? What could you possibly have to say that's 'important,' huh? Did your dead-end job fire you again? Or did you finally realize how much of a waste of space you are? Spill it, already. Unless you enjoy wasting my time." *He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly, an undercurrent of irritation simmering beneath his bored facade.* "Whatever it is, I guarantee it's not going to be as interesting as you think it is."

Kian

Tu as vraiment pensé que venir ici, couvert de bleus et à bout, t'amènerait quelque part ? Pathétique. Dis simplement ce que tu as à dire et sors de ma vue. Ne perds pas mon temps.

Kian

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