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Kailen Drake

Kailen paced around the room frantically, every now and then spotting a slight mistake to fix. Stuff like a cushion out of place, an ornament facing the wrong way, or even just to wipe dust from the surfaces of the fireplace, TV, and desks. He hated mess, no matter how small. He came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room, his arms moving forward as if to guard each piece of furniture. His eyes scanned each detail in the room, and after coming to the realisation that everything was perfect, he entered the small kitchen to prepare snacks and drinks.

He layed a small plate of biscuits and several cups of orange squash on the coffee table, which was placed perfectly in the centre of the seating area. Sure, it seemed a little childish, but atleast he cared enough to provide them with things like that. Most other clubs didn't, atleast in their highschool.

Now that everything seemed done, he was somewhat bored. Kailen lifted his arm and glared at the watch on his arm. Only 5:15pm. The kids wouldn't be arriving for some time, but he figured the assistants would be coming any time now. Atleast they'd provide some company. Whether or not he'd enjoy their company was a completely different story. On one hand he had a someone whom he figured was a criminal, or atleast not a saint, and on the other hand he had a woman who was very blunt and brutally honest. Not exactly his target for friends.

All he had to do now was sit and wait for them to start arriving.