Kane also realized that I don't plan to answer him or prolong this conversation. He got bored so he looked at my drawing instead. "A talking bread?" "!" I immediately closed my sketchbook. "How long have you been there?" I immediately opened another topic to redirect his attention. Kane raised his brow, "When you checked your phone." "..." That was ten minutes ago, right? I suddenly realized something and looked around. Thankfully, this library was not famous for students of this school. Although there were some who come here now and then, the table I chose was at the farthest corner and very unnoticeable. And this evening, I am only the student left. Fortunately, no one followed Kane here. I sighed in relief. I looked at the man who wanted to open my sketchbook to take a look again. I immediately took it away and put it in my bag. "Why did you not text me?" "I know where you would be so there's no need. By the way, why your drawings don't have any people?" "...." It see
Ever since then, I could no longer attend Art class. The only relief I have over my stressful childhood days was gone, making me more timid, gloomy, and restrained. All my drawing tools were confiscated, leaving me with nothing to do but practiced the most hateful thing for me- music. It was the most distressing time of my childhood days. I started to grow tired of things. I would always end up locked up because of my lack of motivation to finish my 'homework'. Nor have fun in anything. I can't do anything I want, what's the purpose of living then? As a child, I was not given the freedom to do what I want. My sister Anna was the only one who noticed my changes. She was worried about me. So one day, she sneaked out a sketchbook and a set of pens in my room. It was her own sketchbook. Because she was not good at art and most of her time was used in practicing piano, her sketchbook was neat as new. "Hide it. Don't let Mom see it, okay?" Anna risked sneaking in the sketchbook for my
*** Today would be surely more exhausting than yesterday. Why? Because Kane and I happened to have the same schedule. When I went out of my room, I saw him preparing the table for the two of us. His hair was still wet and he was not dressed in his tracksuit which made me remember that today both of us have an early class. After eating, I put down my spoon and blurted out what I have been thinking. "Can we go to school in separate ways?" Kane was also done eating. He raised his dark brow, "Why? Both of us have the same direction so why not one of us hitch the ride? If you want, I can drive your car." "No." I immediately answered. I could not afford to be seen with Kane even though there were fewer students around early in the morning. He drove me to the school yesterday and although he did not come out of the car and drove away, my heart had been tense for fear someone would spot me coming out of Kane's car. Also... "And can we not eat lunch together?" "Why? We both have the
I was suddenly overwhelmed by these girls. These classmates of mine never bother me nor do I bother to talk to them. So being surrounded by them and acting all friendly all of a sudden took me by surprise. It was still early and the professor out first class hasn't started yet. The other classmates were also looking on this way, waiting for me to answer. Did the matter really go big this time? Just yesterday it was all peace. Ah, I was not able to pay attention to my surroundings yesterday because of the dead rabbit incident and Kane's strong and annoying presence. So I did not know that the video and the bet were starting to spread at that time. And today, it seemed that everyone knows about it. Ah so much for avoiding trouble. Seeing these people's curious gazes, I answered slowly. "...A hundred percent." It was silent for a few seconds then a loud cheer followed. "Yes! I have chosen the right bet!" "It is right to believe in our own department!" I was stunned for a mom
Shocking things just came after another. The cute girl was so enthusiastic that she even want to show the website of the club of Art Department and showed me my 'fan club'. However, the professor arrived at the moment. She had no choice but to go back to her seat with a disappointed expression. However, after the class, these girls surrounded me again. Since they learned that I did not avoid them because I looked down on them, they began to introduce themselves. Aside from knowing Denise's name, the cute girl wearing a pair of glasses was called Kate, and the blue-haired girl was Alexa. I learned a lot of things from them. These girls wanted to befriend me on the first day, however, when they learned that I was part of Golden Heirs they hesitated and first watched from afar. According to them, the Golden Heirs were always in the spotlight and they have fun clubs. They thought it was too undeserving of them to become friends of someone important. They also thought I would ignor
.... But Michelle's reminder worked. So that evening, I waited for Layla to arrive. Eduardo drove her to Golden Mansion and only said 'Hi' to us and left. He still did not stay in the house. It was really inconvenient for him to go back and forth like this. Well, I don't know what that man was thinking. But seeing them together made me realize that Kane's progress with Layla was so slow- ah no- there was no progress at all. I should start making plans about it. Or else Layla would be completely taken away. "You are still awake?" Layla put down her belongings as she massaged her shoulder. "Did Eduardo make you do manual labor?" "Nah. It's just that I don't do anything all day but sit up straight. I am more used to moving around so much." I raised my eyebrow. It seemed that Layla was working diligently even though she was only sitting up straight. "By the way, make time for me tomorrow," I said. Layla's eyes lit up. "Are you finally going to treat me?" "...." Layla pouted a
The Acting Department laughed."Isn't that what old ladies do? Michelle is right, she really looked like an old lady!""Yeah! What's wrong with calling ugly people 'ugly'? Should we lie and say she is prettier than Michelle instead? We are not blind!"I glared at the man from the acting department who spoke. The man saw my glare and glared back."...." My glare was not really intimidating."Besides, Layla is really a slut! She changed men quickly, isn't it written clearly in our university's posts?!""That's all speculation without evidence!""There are pictures and the men had spoken themselves!"The two sides began to argue again.President Qitz sweated. "Alright, alright. Let's hear the second part of the bet."The crowd gradually turned silent as President Qitz spoke again. "If Stella is lost then she has to ask for forgiveness to Michelle while on her knees and compensate her for the troubles. Additionally, the whole Art Department will have to treat the Acting Department student
A/n: This is the chapter for Chapter 37. The editor is available on weekdays so I can't edit the previous chapter. The changes would reflect by Monday. **** The poll refreshed again and the side which Layla and Eduardo were going out was continuously rising. Finally, the voting poll ended. Eighty-seven percent of the votes believed Layla and Eduardo were going out. The 13% that left was probably my department which believed in me. It seemed like Layla would have her money back tripled. I closed my phone, regretting that I did not place a money bet as Layla did. Michelle's haughty voice sounded again. "It's very obvious. Only blind people would not figure out what was going on between them, right?" The surroundings turned noisy. They all agreed with Michelle's reasoning. "W-what should we do? It seemed that the two is going out...or if not...perhaps they are friends with benefits?" I heard some anxious murmurs behind me. My department was getting nervous. They too seemed