NICHOLAS:I welcome myself to the vibrant warmth of the silent morning as I throttle through the exuberant city to my apartment. I ride steadily, engulfing the freshness of the atmosphere which is different from that of the countryside.The city had maintained its radiance even in my absence. It has increased, I do say, as I notice the new large billboard of 'Lucky Roggers,' a popular fashion model occupying the boulevard like he owns the sky.I arrived at my district a minute after eight. I had left home early to arrive at this decent hour on the plan of going for a quick job hunt before the end of the day. It is required I pick up a part-time job to sort my daily expenses and, most importantly, prepare for Elena's surgery.I can do anything. It is explicit that searching for a job may be challenging, but I intend to lie about my age and education level; my physique makes it believable. I look older than my age, and so I will portray myself as a responsible adult seeking a job.I keye
NICHOLAS:About half an hour after I was compelled and intimidated by his voice to release my address, a knock along with the doorbell sounded all at once.I do not need to see their hands to know who had politely rang the bell and who wanted to pull the door off its knots by his knock.I swung the door open to Wendy, holding two bottles of red wine. He walked in like we jointly share the rent in his usual sophisticated outfit of pants and black shirt with the buttons, flared to the chest. His perfectly styled hair and impeccable scent filled my room which outshine the backdrop of my apartment at once.He glanced around the spacious living space, his cold expression matching his demeanor. I couldn't discern his thoughts, which contrasted with his outward appearance. Without uttering a word, he walked to a corner and made himself comfortable.Park remained at the door gawking me all over that I nearly got cursed with goosebumps."Damn you!" He made to walk in, but took a step back agai
NICHOLAS:School again.It went as usual, except for the part where I had to sit with Mrs. Crown to discuss my health and readiness to start classes. She went aboard to propose an excluded lesson if I am unable to take the presence of other students.I declined.Her grave concern explains the depth of Dr. Ray's report to her, and she continued her episodes of speeches, which gave me many analyses of what the doctor had said to her.I returned to class with the assurance that I am out of danger which I knew she had partially accepted. She, however, isn't the cut of my problem, catching up with the missed lessons is. It proved to be difficult. Although I don't care about them, I still need to maintain good grades.Wendy, on the other hand, cares a lot. He is a bright and attentive student, the best in class. That's why he is popular and desired by everyone. His both wealthy and brilliant nature tripled the bonuses for his lucky would-be-boyfriend, which everyone strives to become.He ha
Greg:"He's back!"The news spread like wildfire throughout the school. Nicholas had returned after two weeks and two days of absence. I kept count, yes, I stupidly did.While I was glad to see him back, it irked me to realize that I wasn't the only one eagerly awaiting his comeback.The students went into a frenzy upon hearing the announcement. Many of them rushed to the school perimeter to catch a glimpse of him.I could have joined them to watch his arrival, but Mr. Sam had driven us to school unusually early today, which meant Frederick and I were stuck in class while the prince returned."Hurry, we have to see him!"The students exclaimed, unabashed in their excitement. Without any hesitation, they dashed out of the classrooms.You see, we aren't stuck like I said. We could run out to see him too, but I dislike leaving my seat after morning assembly before the bell of class over, and Frederick has taken to my ideology.Despite the strong urge to join them, I remained seated, watch
NICHOLAS:Our eyes locked in the garden, oblivious to everyone else. He suddenly became the only thing that mattered before me, and with his perfect face, I don't mind holding him special forever.Something stirred deep within my heart, and I could feel it trembling with strange happiness at the sight of him again. I did miss him.He sat at a distance with his friend, whose gaze was also directed to me. Unfortunately for him, I do not see him.I focused on Greg Bolt, but the moment of intrigue passed quickly as he averted his gaze, making me notice Larozo jogging toward me.Larozo with timing has always been at odds and such a failure. Why did he have to show up now, when others are long done offering their "happy to see you back" remarks?"Sweetheart! How I've missed you," he sang, crossing his arm over my shoulder which I immediately shrugged off."Take it easy, Tiger. It's too soon for a fight, don't you think?" He backed away.Involuntarily, I glanced back at Greg, hoping he hadn'
WENDY:Colliding with Frederick on our way to the canteen left me speechless, and all the emotions I thought I had dealt with, came rushing in.We stood there, staring at each other, neither of us making a move to speak. I had so many things I wanted to say to him, so many questions to ask, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth until Park had him out of my way."Lost your way, curly?" He harshly questioned, and I saw a hint of sadness in Frederick's eyes as he walked into the canteen, instantly breaking my heart."Why is he so stubborn? staring at you like that. Is he nuts or something?" Park exclaimed, his words unfair. I hated it, but I couldn't say anything to him. I only hastened into the canteen, leaving him behind to catch up.From my seat, I returned to look at Frederick who was seated alone. He struggled to keep his eyes away from me, but he couldn't. He kept stealing glances and I caught every single one of them because there was nowhere interesting to look at except at
GREG:My sleep was cut short by the rumbling in my belly. I had gone to bed without dinner, and neither James nor Granny seemed to care enough to call me out.It is a few minutes before 3 AM when I slip into my scuff slippers and walk down the passage to the kitchen. Everywhere is quiet except for Mr. Nazit and some of his subordinates, who are roaming around the house.Mr. Nazit nodded in acknowledgement as I descended the stairs. He is dressed casually, unlike his usual black coat and pants. One of his subordinates, also in pajamas, walked up to him and shuddered a few words to him.Mr. Nazit then began speaking into a wired pod fixed on his right ear as the subordinate stepped away.Looking at them dressed for sleep, I shook my head at their disregard for proper attire. It seemed unfair to wear sleepwear and still stay up all night. Maybe I am wrong, but the men I am staring at don't look like they have slept or are going to sleep anytime soon.A third person appeared from behind
GREG:Breakfast was a solitary and brief affair. I descended the stairs to find Mum at the table, and I informed her of my absence from school. It was important for her to notify the school and ensure that Mr. Sam didn't wait for me at the bus stop.Naturally, she demanded a reason for my absence. "I have some morning thing to do," I told her.She exchanged glances with Granny before granting my request. Her objections wouldn't have changed anything; informing her wasn't about seeking permission, but rather about keeping Mr. Sam moving."Good morning, Greg," Mr. Ben greeted me as I settled into the back seat of the tinted Mercedes. Despite his offer to drive me, I still worried about Rose. Lucky's address was several kilometers away, taking me first will cause a lateness for Rose."Good morning, Mr. Ben." I provided him with the location, and he added it to the GPS before starting the car. "Are you sure you'll be back in time for Rose?""I won't. Your mum will drive her today.""Did