My Dreams

Kian💜

A/N so my own self came up with the name kian😝 ik i'm so smart clap clap clap👏👏👏 anyways this one's kinda stupid but like kinda cute😍Mind you it was a dream and dreams especially mine are all over the place and it's kinda hard to turn it into a story but i'll TRY MY BEST😞

Green-ridge High~

At the heart of Green-ridge High's social web stood a figure both revered and feared - Kian.

His presence was a force to be reckoned with, a blend of popularity and intimidation that set him apart from the rest. As he strode through the bustling hallways, heads turned, and conversations hushed in his wake.

Kian's dominance wasn't merely a matter of popularity, it was a carefully crafted empire built upon a foundation of fear. To many, his name was synonymous with authority, and his actions, a chilling reminder of the consequences that could befall those who dared to cross him.

While his striking looks and confident demeanor drew people in, it was his reputation as the school's resident antagonist that kept them at arm's length. Kian's power lay not only in his popularity but also in the shadow of unease he cast upon anyone who dared to stand in his way.

Amidst the bustling currents of Green-ridge High, there was a figure who seemed to exist in a different world - Lily.

She walked with a quiet grace that contrasted sharply with the chaos around her, her presence a gentle breath of fresh air in a sea of commotion.

Lily's wide, thoughtful eyes held a universe of emotions, each glance a window into a world of dreams and aspirations. She was a quiet observer, often found with her nose buried in a book or lost in her own musings. Despite her reserved nature, her kindness radiated like a beacon, touching the hearts of those lucky enough to cross her path.

Lily's POV

Amidst the classroom's rhythmic hum, my attention was drawn to a commotion at the back. Kian and Nick, their laughter dancing like a disruptive melody, had the teacher's gaze locked on them. Her patience worn thin.

"Kian. Nick." Her voice held a note of stern authority, "that's enough! Separate desks, please."

As they begrudgingly shifted, Kian's eyes met mine for a fleeting second. He walks over after abruptly rolling his eyes. His presence beside me was unexpected, his once-distant orbit now an arm's length away.

I continued to read my textbook, my heart echoing the rapid flutter of pages turning. Kian's movements, usually commanding attention, now carried a hesitance that was both intriguing and perplexing. I felt a pang of sympathy for him, the king of the social realm now exiled to a seat beside me.

I stole a quick glance in his direction, offering a reassuring smile that I hoped conveyed camaraderie in the midst of this unexpected twist. Our worlds, so distinct until now, had converged in this singular moment of classroom choreography. As Kian settled into the chair beside mine, I couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected proximity might alter the course of our individual narratives.

My heart raced as I mustered the courage to speak up, stealing a glance at the focused figure of the guy sitting next to me. We've been in the same class for weeks now, but it still felt like he didn't even know I existed.

"Hey," I began hesitantly, "I noticed we're both struggling with this problem. Do you think we could go over it together?"

Kian's eyes remained locked on his textbook, and I caught a hint of annoyance in his furrowed brows. With an almost exasperated sigh, he finally replied.

"I guess. But make it quick."

My heart sank at his curt response, and I did my best to hide my disappointment. It was a small victory that he agreed, but the distance between us seemed to only widen.

"Sure, thanks," I mumbled, my fingers nervously tracing the edge of my notebook.

Kian's attention remained fixated on the pages before him, and I bit my lip to quell the unease rising within me. I had hoped that maybe this could be a chance for us to connect, to break through the barriers he seemed to erect around himself. Yet, it felt like he was determined to keep his guard up.

With a resigned sigh, I turned my focus back to the problem at hand, attempting to suppress the growing sense of disappointment. As we worked through the equations, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to bridge the gap between us, to find some common ground beyond the confines of our classwork.

10 minutes later

The classroom hummed with activity as I glanced between my notes and Kian who was fully engrossed in the teacher's instructions for today's chemistry lab.

"Alright, class," the teacher announced, capturing everyone's attention. "Today, we're diving into a hands-on experiment involving the synthesis of chemical compounds. Follow each step carefully."

Nodding along, I adjusted my safety goggles, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Chemistry wasn't my strongest subject, but with Kian right beside me, I felt a bit more at ease.

As the experiment kicked off, the room buzzed with focused energy. Kian and I exchanged small smiles, finding a sense of camaraderie in tackling the challenge together. Yet, just as the teacher was explaining the next phase, a sudden jolt rocked the room, followed by an earsplitting blast.

Panic surged through the classroom. Smoke billowed from the experiment station, and chaos erupted in an instant. My heart raced, and my mind struggled to process the unfolding situation. Fear gripped me, threatening to overwhelm.

Then, through the haze and confusion, a strong hand closed around mine. Startled, I turned to see Kian's determined face, his grip reassuring as he held my hand firmly.

Allowing him to guide me to my feet. Together, we navigated the smoke-filled room, our hands clasped tightly, and the blaring alarms echoing in the background. Kian's presence was a lifeline, providing a sense of direction amid the turmoil.

Finally, we burst out of the classroom, stumbling into the corridor. Gasping for breath, I looked at Kian, a mix of gratitude and awe flooding over me. His strength and determination had guided us to safety.

As we distanced ourselves from the unfolding emergency, I stole a glance at Kian, our intertwined fates binding us together in an unexpected way.