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Dan Yugeesling
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cop by day, marriage counciller by evening, terrorist by night
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And, just like that, Maxwell became the person at the center of the room.
 
The first to arrive was Paris, who placed himself on Maxwell’s right. Paris, who had invited him to this party. Paris, whose opinion as a friend Maxwell trusted enough for him to take Paris up on his invitation. They went back as long as they could. Maxwell - being the social climber he was - had met Paris when he had made his way up into the popular group, and the two of them had gotten along fairly well together. He was also into the graces of social politics, like Maxwell was, although Paris only really tended to use his talents there for womanising. That wasn’t really a problem with Maxwell, though. If anything, that was a good thing - he knew more about his fellow classmates than Maxwell did, so if Maxwell ever needed help in wooing someone, Paris was most often the person who he would call upon to give advice.
 
So yes, Paris was a good friend. Welcome company, at a party such as this.
 
Maxwell was surprised, though, at Paris’ questions. Given that Paris was the one who invited him, how would Maxwell be fit to know what type of party this was?
 
“I’m not sure,” Maxwell said. “I was assuming you’d know.”
 
He had to look behind himself, slightly, to answer Paris’ next question. It wasn’t one he was going to answer properly - he knew that Paris had done things like this to others before to embarrass them, he wasn’t going tall for the same trick - but he would entertain him, at the very least. The girl was Yasmin Carrol. Arty girl. Small girl. Girl that otherwise Maxwell didn’t really know all too well. Maxwell supposed he knew why Paris would assume Maxwell would like her. She was small. Slightly cute, with the haircut she had. Maybe if she was the one who asked him out, he would say yes, but she was not someone he would put in the group of people he’d take the head in asking out. She was outside of his social group. She was someone some of the others in the group did not like that much. He would not risk making a move like that if it affected his relationships with the people in this school who mattered. No point in it.
 
“I can see what you me-”
 
He noticed the shape of the hat moving up.
 
“Oh.”
 
He noticed the person popping up from behind the couch, inch by inch.
 
“Hello.”
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