Chapter 8: The pool party
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Immaculate University
Kian’s bike rolled smoothly into the school parking lot, Sophia clinging to his back. He parked, and she hopped down, handing him his helmet. He took it, slipped on his cap, and pulled up his hoodie.
They walked into class, hand in hand.
“Oh my God, are they dating or what?” a girl whispered.
“I don’t know, but I wish I was in that position,” another replied.
The glares from the girls were heavy, daggers thrown at Sophia from all corners. Sophia shifted uncomfortably, trying to free her hand, but Kian didn’t release her.
“Kian, they’re watching us,” she muttered.
“Yeah, let them,” he said simply.
She couldn’t help smiling at that.
“Hey guys,” Knox called as he and Damon approached.
“Yo,” Kian nodded back.
Knox gestured at Damon. “Sophia, meet Damon. Damon, this is Sophia.”
Sophia smiled politely and stretched out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Damon shook it lightly. “Same here.”
“I guess you’re his girlfriend?” Damon teased, raising a brow.
"no she's not" Kian mumbled and Sophia frowned lightly quickly replacing it with a smile
Sophia chuckled. “No, I’m his one and only bestie.”
“Then what does that make me?” Knox cut in playfully.
“Hmm… his old friend?” Sophia teased back, grinning.
Knox rolled his eyes. “Anyway, there’s a pool party tonight at Lotana’s place. You both should come.”
“I’m not going,” Kian said flatly.
“Why, bro? I’m going. A lot of fine babes will be there,” Damon pleaded.
Sophia fake-coughed and shot Damon a glare.
Knox smirked. “So what about you, Sophia? You coming?”
“Fine by me—if Kian attends,” she replied.
Kian sighed. “Alright, I’ll come.”
“Good boy!” Knox cheered like a child.
Pool Party –
Lotana's Place
The poolside was madness. Music thundered from giant speakers, vibrating the ground. Students went wild—girls twerking, boys grinding behind them, couples pressed together in dark corners, kissing and touching like the night was made for sin. Drinks spilled, laughter echoed, and smoke floated lazily in the air.
Then came the entry that shook the whole place.
The Rocket Boys.
That was what the students called them—Kian, Knox, and Damon cause of kian's friendship with them and that is the sound of his bike.
The noise shot up instantly. Girls screamed, some literally trembling as their eyes glued to the trio.
“Oh my God!” one girl squealed, clutching her friend.
“f**k, I’m wet already,” another moaned under her breath.
“They’re so f*****g hot,” a third added, her eyes never leaving Kian.
The crowd surged, the energy magnetic. Damon and Knox slipped easily into the frenzy, girls draping themselves on them without hesitation. But Kian? He stood still, scanning the chaos. The noise, the drunk students, the desperate girls—he already wanted to sneak out. He tugged on his hoodie, slipping into his usual habit of disappearing.
But before he could, the atmosphere shifted again.
The attention of every boy—and even some of the girls—snapped away from the Rocket Boys.
Adeline.
She entered with Mandy and Chloe, and the entire party seemed to pause for a heartbeat.
Adeline wore a yellow bikini, her curves wrapped in a matching scarf that shimmered under the lights. Her skin glowed, like she had just come back from the sun, golden and flawless. Another scarf, loosely tied, floated behind her as she moved—making her look both elegant and untouchable.
Mandy followed in a bold green bikini, Chloe in a fiery red, both of them matching with their scarfs. They looked gorgeous, no doubt, but it was Adeline who owned the night. She didn’t even try—yet the crowd couldn’t stop staring.
And Kian, halfway to the exit, stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw clenched, his chest tight. He hated himself for looking. He hated even more how he couldn’t look away.
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The pool party was chaos. Music blasting, water splashing, bodies moving like they had no tomorrow. But in the corner, Kian sat, hood down, gulping glass after glass as if each one could drown the strange knot tightening in his chest. Normally, he wasn’t a drinker. But ever since he caught sight of Adeline in that yellow bikini, laughing like she owned the night, he couldn’t shake it. He hated how it made him feel—restless, heated, out of control.
He was halfway through another drink when Sophie stumbled toward him, heels clicking unevenly. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy. She tripped, falling right into his lap, giggling at herself.
“Sophie,” Kian muttered, steadying her. “You’re drunk.”
“wassup,” she slurred, pointing a finger clumsily at his face. “Why… why are you so handsome, huh?” She poked his cheek, laughing like a child.
Kian sighed, looking away. “Yeah, I know, Soph. Now relax.”
Before he could say more, Sophie pressed her lips to his in a messy, desperate kiss. His eyes widened. She pulled back, beaming. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she said, swinging her legs happily like a teenager.
“Sophie…” he muttered, touching his lips, unsure whether it was the alcohol or the situation making his chest feel heavier.
“I’m not drunk,” she argued quickly, dragging her face closer again. “Stop pretending like you don’t know how I feel about you.”
Kian’s jaw clenched. Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms. She gasped but melted against him. Carrying her out, he placed her gently on his bike, slipped the helmet on her head, and swung onto the seat.
The bass of the party faded behind them as he drove her home, the night air cold against his face, his mind anything but calm.
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