Anna was fuming in utmost rage as she paced the living room. Cory was at the open bar of the space. He was pouring some glasses of wine. Anna couldn't make herself stop. She kept pacing. It would seem as though she was trying to lose weight with the manner at which she was stomping and moving. Cory finished pouring the drinks and returned towards her. He walked straight to one of the couches and settled in. Settling in, he placed the stem of one of the glasses on the glass table and sipped from the other one. Anna stopped in her tracks all of a sudden. Her eyes were red now. Her cheeks were plain. It would seem as though her cheeks handed over the red duty to the eyes. She glared at Cory, who was still drinking the wine. Cory finished drinking and then placed the empty glass on the table. As soon as he did that, Anna started to stomp towards him. Cory didn't realise what was happening yet. He was still savoring the sumptuous taste of the resplendent and timeless wine. By the ti

Cory turned around this time. As he stared at Anna, he wasn't really looking at her face. Instead, he was looking at her hair. Her hair looked so disheveled and her clothes were rumpled. If Cory didn't have some restraint, he would be making fun of her right now because of what she looked like at that present condition. And now she said she wants to come with him? In that state?! How funny!Cory didn't want to take her seriously. Why would she say that she wants to follow him? He couldn't find a reason whatsoever for it. Cory decided not to answer her. He turned around and opened the door. If he was to respond to her, then she would have a reason to drag this out. Cory was already too late to entertain a drama. "You can't stop me from coming." Anna added. At this point, Cory couldn't pretend that he didn't hear her. Even if he wanted to pretend, her words were so bold and resounding that his mind wouldn't let them go easily. "What are you doing, Anna?" Cory asked after deciding t

Cory was really appalled by the kind of mindset that Harry had. He was trying to understand why Harry would hate him that much. Harry wanted his girlfriend, and he got her. What else did he want from him? Could it be that Harry wasn't really after his girlfriend, but his happiness?That could only be the most plausible explanation for this situation. Harry must really be bent on making life miserable for Cory. If not, why would he always want to humiliate Cory?Cory knew that Harry had just said this in order to humiliate him. If they were to go to a store where they would test the wristwatch, if it turned out that the wristwatch was not diamond, Cory would be the phase of disgrace instead. So, the videos taken about the fight would be deleted. "There is a store on campus. It's just a three minutes walk away from here. We can quickly do that before the party begins, can't we?" Harry asked, the evil smile still lurking in his face. Cory didn't say a word. He just stared at Harry. Cor

Stupefied, Cory turned to see who the hell that was. Who the hell it was that stepped in his way in such a way. Even if he wouldn't be able to show his supernatural powers here, at least he would leave a mark on whoever the fuck it was. When he looked, he saw a smiling face staring him dead in the eye. It was none other than this worst nightmare, Harry. Harry stood tall, his cologne quite strong and noisy. He had gone to change his own dress, too. It would seem as though there was a dress competition between him and Sheiley. "What do you think you are doing?" Harry snapped at Cory in a low tone, as if he was trying to keep the ears of the crowd away from it. But that was quite unusual. That was not the kind of person he was. Harry was the type to stand on top of a mountain crying for attention. Seeing him talking in a low voice got Cory a little intrigued, which made the latter forget about what he had sworn to do to the person who had interrupted the moment. "Shouldn't I be as

Sheiley was conflicted as she walked to the box. There was a particular thought that kept bouncing off and on her mind. What kind of staff would be in such a medium-sized square box?When she got to the box, she reached her hand out first before leaning forward to check the content. She brought out an object. At first, the object looked like something that was rolled over each other. "Push the button in the side." Anna called at Sheiley. Sheiley did as told almost immediately. There was no point pretending to know what it was. She needed guidance after all. As soon as she pushed the button, the object popped out of the dormant state and then turned into a long fancy staff. The people were quite intrigued to see this happen. Some of them wondered about how far technology had come. Then, the murmurs started to die out. This was the crucial time. It was the time for Sheiley to choose Mr Campus. It was quite an obvious fact at this moment. Even a blind person would tell who Sheiley