What was her mistake?
Going to the concert or catching his eye....
This is just an imagination. There is nothing realistic in it. So don't take it serious.
Originally written by me!
In this part every thing about the past will be explained. If you want to know everything just read the part but if not then it's all upto you guys. If you are not interested to know about the past then you guys can skip to another part. :- Your Trusfrated author
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Six Years Ago...
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Y/N always chose the last seat in class. It was her sanctuary-far from prying eyes, the whispers, and the social pressures that suffocated her. She wasn't like the other girls who giggled in tight-knit circles. Social anxiety wrapped her like a heavy blanket, isolating her world to just her parents and the comfort of solitude.
Her pencil sketched absent lines across the edge of her notebook when the classroom door creaked open, snapping her out of her thoughts. The teacher strode in, the clack of her heels demanding attention as she set her books on the desk.
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"Class, listen up!" the teacher said sharply, silencing the buzz of chatter. "We have a new student today."
All heads turned toward the door. Slowly, a boy walked in, his face partially concealed by a black mask. The fabric clung snugly to his features, leaving only his intense eyes visible. He moved deliberately, his posture straight, his presence commanding the room. The air shifted, thick with curiosity.
"Introduce yourself," the teacher prompted, her tone softer.
The boy's voice cut through the stillness like a blade. "Hi, everyone. My name is Kim Trevor."
It wasn't just his deep voice that caught their attention-it was the way he spoke. Controlled. Unreadable. The girls leaned closer to their desks, whispering behind cupped hands, their excitement evident. But Y/N barely lifted her gaze. She had no interest in who he was or why he wore the mask.
"Trevor, take the empty seat next to Y/N. Y/N, raise your hand," the teacher instructed, scanning the room.
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