
A bright morning. I woke up from my deep sleep. I stretched my body while yawning. I walked up to the window and immediately pulled the curtain that covered it. The sunlight filled the entire room. I opened the balcony door and walked out. The autumn wind was blowing so coldly through my pajamas. I looked at the garden right below me. It seems that some people have started their respective tasks. I did not enjoy the atmosphere this morning. I stepped back into the room. I went to the bathroom and got ready for school.
Today is Rosse's first day at his new school. We left together after breakfast. I stopped the car right on the parking lot that was available behind the school yard. I saw a Porsche silver parked two vehicles away from my car. I-i know him. That's Sofia's car. How was it after getting drunk yesterday? Rosse and I stepped into this six-story building. After driving Rosse to the back room of the school, I walked back to my classroom.
I was a little cautious when I went to class. I don't want to meet Nicole. No excuses but I didn't want to hear all the questions and chants this morning. Fhu... I finally got to class where I had to meet him. Everyone greeted me and asked me. For the past week they have been unable to contact me. Their various chats did not pay much attention. I was too dizzy to hear their incessant babbling and Sofia didn't help me at all. They just stopped when Mrs. Smitt's coming.
Criating... Criating...
Bell break sounded. Just about to put all the books in the drawer suddenly Nic ran and immediately hugged me tightly, so tightly that I had trouble breathing by him. I thought it would be like this if I met him. Evan, Kevin and Rosse are also here. The three of them approached us. Um... Looks like Rosse is getting familiar with them. But how did Rosse know they were my best friends?
"Nic, let me go! I'm having trouble breathing tofu!" I was a little struggling trying to take off Nic's embrace.
"Where have you been? We were so worried about you when we saw the news," Nic finally let go of his embrace.
"Some times you've contacted you but you never picked up" Kevin said
"Hpku's broken. I haven't bought a new one yet" I replied briefly.
"You're the daughter of the Morgen family, how can you stand up to a smartphone?" said Evan.
"I'm not like you who can't escape from that square thing."
"Square thing! This is my life. I cannot get far from the sophistication of mass technology today. I really like things that smell like computer systems. This is my favorite thing" said Evan, stroking his phone on his cheek.
"Not only are we worried about you, but this is your boyfriend. He kept asking me questions about you" Nic said this time to embarrass me.
"Yes. He also often asked me," continued Sofia.
"Pa... Which girlfriend is it? I don't have a boyfriend" I said trying to hurt their words.
"Don't hide Rin anymore. We all know you're dating our upperclassman, right" Nic grabbed my shoulder while poking me in the cheek with his index finger.
"Kami... Kami cuman temanan kok," aku memalingkan muka dengan pipi yang kurasa memerah.
"Friendship yes... Have you ever dated?" timpal Sofia's.
"If you may know, who is the man who managed to conquer the heart of this princess?" ask Rosse to know.
"Oh... He was the most popular guy in school, although only popular less than me, but I am still the most popular guy for women," said Evan proud himself.
"Don't believe the talk. Only part of the word is true" Kevin denied all the talk of his sister.
"No, everything I said was true. I'm one of the easiest men to get along with women."
"You're too piqued to meet a girl, and all your talk is too much about yourself. Inversely."
"Why? Are you jealous because my popularity is so much higher than yours?"
"There's no point in popularity if your scores are ugly."
"Ha... They started again," Sofia only let out a long sigh when she saw these two sisters fighting.
Hiz... Everything came back to the way it was. "Rosse how do you know them?" my many.
"Color her one class with me" replied Nic.
"Rin I heard you're back, so I.." Suddenly Perchye barged into class. "Oh... It's all here."
"really he. Appreciable. Rin is not interested in our school basketball team" Rosse said in a mocking tone.
"You guys talk about me? Why?" perchye asked confusedly.
"none. Here's your girlfriend, gone home in one piece, '" Nic pushed me closer to Perchye.
"Nick!" my anger is upset and embarrassed.
"So we all leave these lovers. Let them let go of the miss."
"But Nic I don't want to go. I want to see a romantic scene."
"It won't be romantic if you stay here."
Nic forced Sofia to leave this place. They all left, so Perchye and I stayed in class. You all are fucking! I don't think Rosse is following along. But... Is it true that Nic said that Perchye was worried about me all along? Why did I hear her a little happy? I dodged the strange thought quickly. Nic really embarrassed me for talking like that in front of Perchye.
"Ja... Don't listen to Nic, you know him, right? I'm..."
"I know that," cut Perchye. "Most importantly, how are you? You must be very distressed over all those accusations."
"Yes... Actually not really. I feel guilty for my parents. I had added to the problem and had not even helped solve it," I bowed shabbily as I recalled all of it.
"Don't feel guilty about it. Isn't everything over at the press conference your family held? Your father proved you're not a werewolf, right" comforted Perchye. He stroked my hair slowly.
If only he had known that I was a werewolf. Does he still want to treat me so gently? "If I were a werewolf, what would you do?"
"I'm not gonna do anything. Werewolves or not to me are the same."
"really?"
"That's it. There's something I want to ask you. Would..."
"Hide... Does Perchye want to declare his love?"
"Uuh... It's a good show."
"Stop a little Nic I want to see too."
"Wait," I held Perchye back to continue his sentence. I took a pencil in a drawer and shot it and stuck it right through the classroom door. It made the eavesdroppers run away while giggling. They really piss me off! "So what did you want to talk about?"
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