After thirteen years of his teaching, this is the first time that Prof. Robbins had a noiseless class. The deafening silence itself gives him an oddly unsettling nerve. He stands on his table, lets his eyes roam around the room and watches each student. ‘Weird.’ He thought to himself. Almost half of them were bowing their heads, avoiding his gaze while the others were staring blankly at the white board. Too stiff on their chairs. His eyes continue to stroll until he notices the student sitting at the far most part of the room. He didn’t need to ask his name. He already knows who he is. “Mr. Evans,” He called. The other just lifted his hand as a sign of response. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you have classes today?” Prof. Robbins tried to make the sound that he’s driving him off. He is quite aware that it’s an idiocy to mess with the VIPs. Regardless of their age difference, Henrick can end his profession just because he didn’t treat him nicely. "Prof. Bennett just left
“What’s your answer on number ten?” Zeke leaned over towards Moe. Stretching his neck as long as possible just to take a view on his paper but even until he could feel the limit of his neck he wasn’t able to do so. Moe pushed his paper on the opposite side so that he couldn't copy his answer. “Just give me some ideas. I won’t totally copy your work.” That’s a lie. Zeke and Literature are mortal enemies. No matter what he does, even with the help of some tutors he still won’t be able to understand a thing or two. “Here.” Oliver slides his paper towards him but he only returns it to him in an instant. “I don’t want yours. I don’t want to get zero. We’re both stupid.” He said. Somehow making fun of him. Just like Zeke, Oliver too, isn’t good with Literature. Or even worse, most of the subjects. Oliver grabbed his paper back, rolled it and smacked him on his head. “I know. But this paper isn’t mine. It’s Boone’s.” As soon as he heard his explanation he stopped terroriz
Both Zeke and Oliver leisurely walk in the hallway. The library was in another building. Usually, students would usually use the east bridge that connects the St. Philip Neri and St. Angela Merici (also the main building). But they prefer to take their sweet time to reach Henrick. Led by Zeke, they went down to the ground floor of St. Philip Neri, where the library, dance hall, school cafeteria, teacher’s lounge and the multi-purpose gym that only used for the Physical Education of the regular students. Instead of the elevator, they use the staircase to reach the third floor of the Main Building. Peeping on every window that they’ll pass through. One of the things that Zeke and Oliver haven’t experienced is studying in a room full of students. They were both homeschooled when they were in sixth grade and only experienced schooling when they enrolled here. “Look.” Oliver pointed at one of the classrooms. They took a peek at one of the basic classrooms. The Professor that taught them
Boone instantly stared at the door the moment he heard it open. It was Finn. His eyes didn’t leave Finn even until he was seated beside him. Behind him followed Dr. Doyle, the Proctologist that Boone approved. She wasn’t the best in the hospital but the fact that she’s a woman, Boone agreed to make her the doctor that would see Finn’s concern. Mainly because the idea of the man seeing his boyfriend's private parts makes him feel anxious. “How is he, Doc?” He instantly asked when he noticed her presence emerge from his back. Her attention was on the metal clipboard when takes her seat. She took a while before she faced the two. “Before I give my diagnosis, I have a few questions, Mr…” She paused. Her eyes were on Boone. “Wright. I’m Boone Wright.” Somehow her eyes dilated at his name. He’s aware that she had known his name or worse, his family. But she didn’t dare to speak about it. “Okay.” She nodded. As if articulating the q
“Ouch!” Ivy squealed when she felt the sting from her injury. “Are you trying to kill me?” She whined at the nurse that was treating her. Just a light dab of cotton on her wound she would scream over her lungs. Didn’t care if she’s being heard by the other patients and hospital staff from the outside that surrounding them. “Tsk. I told you to be careful. You’re making it worse.” She kicked her legs. Intentionally, hitting the outsole of her sandal on her white skirt. The nurse’ lips parted when she noticed the dirt on her skirt. “What the hell are you staring at? Do your work you damnit.” She is exasperated. Ivy didn’t expect that she'd end up being injured. Now, she’s worried that these wounds will give her scars. Her mind planned on contacting her derma for an appointment after this. There’s no way she would let this accident ruin her only asset for power. Scars and wrinkles are her mortal enemies and Silvia was the one that she wholly blamed for these incidents.
The moment she gets out of the room she continues to call her son. He hadn’t answered any of her yet and Silvia hasn’t any plan on giving up. If she needs to call him a hundred times just for him to give in then so be it. Her eyes were fixed on her phone while she walked in the hallway. Other than the nurse having their rounds, there’s nothing much humans wandering around. “Just answer it. Please. Please.” She mumbled to herself as she put her cellular on her ears. The sound of the constant ringing already bugging her. Sometimes she could hear the chime on her ears even though she took a break from calling Henrick’s phone. She gives him just a few rings then she hangs up the phone. She sighed in disappointment. Silvia had been holding back her anger towards Henrick since she got back home. If it wasn’t for her husband, she wouldn’t even think of going back any sooner. Her mind was still drawn at the beauty of travelling and yet her husband forced her to check on their only
At three in the afternoon, both Mr. and Mrs. Evans reached the mansion. After sending Ivy home from the hospital, Silvia asked her husband Max to bring her home. She had been feeling sick ever since she heard about Finn and Boone. She’s so unwell that she didn’t notice the odd behaviour of the two while they were in the car. The glances at the mirror, Ivy’s unnecessary touching on her own body just to tease Max from the driver seats. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Max asked for the nth time. They are already inside of their room and Silvia went straight to the mattress and threw herself into it. “You’re unusually quiet right now. What happened when you left earlier?” “You have no idea, Max. I just found a horrible secret when I was out there.” She said in a tedious tone. her eyes were pin on the ceiling as the memories of the nurse chat and laughter rewind on her mind in high definition. On the other hand, Max was trembling and swallowing hard before releasing an uncomf
Silvia went out of the garden. She checked the table if the servants did as she had told them. The teacups and dessert plates that she bought in HongKong, China that cost her a hundred bucks were laying on the table as expected.“Silvie~” a middle aged woman greeted Silvia. She walked towards her, arms spread and gave her a light peck on the cheek. “It’s been a while. I didn’t know that you’re already here.” Silvia gave her a sweet smile. “Well, everything happened on such short notice. My mind is all over the places that I forgot to even contact any of you.” “No worries. What’s important is you’re back.” They chuckled. After an hour that Max had left, Silvia still couldn't sleep. She tried to close her eyes and count sheep on her mind but still no use. The chattering and laughter of those nurses keep bugging her. As if they are making fun of her for letting her only son have gay friends. And in no time, Henrick would end