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James Martin Wang, Jr.—or Jun, as his friends and family had taken to calling him, wasn’t really known for schmoozing, or at least, not typically.

However, Jun’s father was quite used to it. As a hotshot defense attorney in charge of his own law firm, it kind of came with the territory. There were always clients to please, partners to placate, and new alliances to be made. With a marriage to one of the most successful plastic surgeons in the state, it almost felt like a game of chess where his opponent had half the pieces. This gathering, whatever it was, was clearly the result of Jun’s father’s connections with a man that Jun had never met before. The eighteen-year-old high school senior had mentally shrugged it off when he arrived, carrying his usual irreverent demeanor as he tried to wait out the biggest waste of a Sunday afternoon in his life. That is, until he recognized a few people his own age. 

People who went to the same private school he did.

[color=FFB6C1]“Jun? What are [i]you[/i] doing here?”[/color]

Mara Lubitsch. Not exactly the first person on his list to meet away from the grounds of King’s Academy, but Palm Springs always had a way of reminding people how close social circles connected. Especially when it came to the parents of said privileged teens that happened to go to the same exclusive academy.

Mara was someone Jun had known since elementary school, though even back then they didn’t run in the same circles. The only thing they really had in common was that they shared a friend in Soraya Labaki. It made the asian-american teenager wonder what connection her parents had with the homeowner. His dad was probably his long-standing attorney, so the most he could figure was her father was probably business partners or something or another. He still wasn’t exactly sure whose house they had been corralled to for their parents benefit. Jun may not have had the best grades at King's Academy, but he wasn't [i]stupid[/i]. He was actually really good at catching things and figuring them out.

When he noticed Victoire Anderson out of the corner of his eye, he was already connecting the dots.

[color=9AC667]“Same reason everyone else is, right?”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“I'm just surprised you actually listened to your parents for once.”[/color] The blonde coldly remarked, before adding onto the insult, [color=FFB6C1]“I mean, since when are you actually responsible?”[/color]

Jun nearly rolled his eyes, feigning a false bravado instead as he noticed more people get settled around the living room while him and Mara had their little side conversation. [color=9AC667]“Someone's cranky.”[/color]

As Mara was ready to swipe back one of the adults next to them immediately told them to hush and a man who Jun assumed was the man of the hour—Victoire’s father—entered the room and began to gather the attention of the families involved. Already getting glared at by his father from the other side of the room, Jun cut his snark and shuffled his hands in his pockets, thinking it was best to shut up for the time being. It seemed Mara did the same, but then again Jun had never seen her talk out of turn when it came to situations like this. He wasn't surprised.

Jun still wasn't sure why he was here. He understood why his and Mara's parents were, but what was so important that their kids had to attend as well?







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