The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with hiintimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on.He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Wel

“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison. After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment,

"Wait a second," I halt Jan Clarence from speaking and then give myself a couple of seconds to digest what he just said. And then I realize, he definitely got a point. I forgot the fact that I dk really have hundreds of fans and tens of fans clubs that are rooting for me while at the same time wishing I would be their endgame. And considering fans' possessive behaviour, I am now starting to worry what could happen worse to Louis Peters. If it is really true that he made a lot of girls disappointed and angry for kissing me (although technically, I am the one who initiated the kiss), then he surely is in trouble. I need to find him. I got to find him. "Oh, my God." I gasp. "I think you are right. I think he is really in trouble. Do you know where he is? Like, have you seen him around?" Jan Clarence only ignores me, and I thought he is going to keep it that way. But then, later on, he makes a very unexpected move. He digs for his phone in his pocket and rummages through its deepest de

"It is nice to know that I am now formally a part of your so called alliance," Arjay Macmillian said as soon as they set themselves out of the detention room. It all happened so fast. At first, they thought they were doomed because they were supposed to spend hours and hours inside the detention room, but all it took them was only a short debate with the person who happened to be the reason why they were there inside in the first place. And then, surprisingly, they won the heated argument, which caused the teacher to walk out of the room with his head melting down and his shoulders dropping to the floor. Surprisingly, they were the victors. Who would have thoughts that it was possible for three mere students to win an argument over a teacher who should have had a power three times the power of the three students combined? "It was a nonsense argument, but let us not deny that it was a good one," Allen Mar said as he gave his top a good swish and swash to get rid of the dust. "Anyway,

It all happened so fast. At first, they thought they were doomed because they were supposed to spend hours and hours inside the detention room, but all it took them was only a short debate with the person who happened to be the reason why they were there inside in the first place. And then, surprisingly, they won the heated argument, which caused the teacher to walk out of the room with his head melting down and his shoulders dropping to the floor. Surprisingly, they were the victors. Who would have thoughts that it was possible for three mere students to win an argument over a teacher who should have had a power three times the power of the three students combined? "It was a nonsense argument, but let us not deny that it was a good one," Allen Mar said as he gave his top a good swish and swash to get rid of the dust. "Anyway, yeah. Welcome to our so called alliance," he greeted Arjay as soon as they reached the stairs on the second floor. They still had class for the last period in