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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 110. The TA.
It is a TA who had been assigned to monitor duties, standing next to Annabelle. Anabelle looks like she is about to cry, with her eyes all huge and shining, and her small stature convoluted into a posture that screamed baby bunny that needed rescuing. She is fiddling with the hem of her shirt, lower lip bitten and flushed red alarmingly.Was she that frightened about this whole ordeal? I didn't even realize. Had she not been chortling just moments ago?“What’s going on here?” The TA questions, looking between the bully and me, “this young lady came to me, all frightened because you boys looked like you were going to re-enact WWE right in the middle of the cafeteria. What’s wrong with you? Weren't a group of students just expelled last semester for fighting one boy?”“And that ‘boy’ would be me, sir,” I reply, taking a step away from the bully, knowing that if I appeared to be intimidating, I would be lumped up with him as well, “I was just minding my own business when this guy came he
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 111. The unimaginable.
When I tell Coraline about my new friends, she’s ecstatic.“It’s really good you have people to depend on while you're at school, Jace,” she tells me while we pore through the analytical reports from engineering division of the factory and make the supply inventory for next month, “I was a bit worried about you having no one at school to even talk with sometimes, and now you have three people who are even willing to stand up to a bully for you.”“Yeah, it feels good to have that kind of support, I guess,” I reply, “I have to admit, it might take some getting used to. A lot to be honest. Half the time I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”“Sometimes, I really want to go and punch everyone who made you feel so damned alone,” Coraline mutters darkly, “ever since you were only a kid.” She tilts her head at me, “you told me you didn’t have friends in school either, right?”“I was never an interesting child, to begin with,” I shrug, “I didn’t have any special talent, you know? I was p
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 112. Stalker.
“So, what’s your deal?” Malic asks me a few days later as we all sit for lunch. It was quickly becoming our tradition, being seated at the same table we used the first day if we could, or using another in case our table is occupied, and partaking in the meal together. We had not transgressed to the stage in our friendship where we would meet one another after or before school hours, it’s still lunch and classes. But as I could tell, everyone was warming up to each other, laughing and joking, and talking about things that would be considered personal.I am excited for our relationship to grow, of course, so much so that at times I feel like a giddy child who had been led into a candy store. I do hope that no one can actually see it on my face, because that would be really embarrassing.“What do you mean what my deal is?” I question him back. Louise and Annabelle are discussing something philosophical on the other side of the desk, and today, Malic has decided to sit next to me.He tilt
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 113. Devil?
I needed to find the bully’s name, so I ask around the campus.Turns out his name is Talon. Talon Moss. I don’t know if it’s his real name, but that’s what he introduces himself to anyone he takes a liking to. And to nobody’s surprise, all of them are the rich kids of King’s College. According to the rumors surrounding his characters, he's even more classist and obnoxious than Stone is, but less inclined to take leadership when harassing those that he deems lesser. I’m not the only one who is his target, a lot of other scholarship kids had been mistreated by him as well.But he does not stalk them as he does me.I do not know why he is so obsessed with me. Half the time I find myself walking through the campus, I feel his eyes on me. Sometimes it’s just phantom, but most of the time, I see him turning his burning gaze away. When I turn my own head fast enough to catch his eyes, I glimpse the sheer hatred in there.Was it because I got Stone expelled? As far as I remembered, Stone and
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 114. Wallet.
Everything is swell, except for one fact.I had forgotten my wallet.Of all the stupid things in the world, forgetting my wallet on this specific day was not on my agenda. Everything monetary is in my wallet, including the cards for the subway passes. I had no other money on my person because I had not even bought lunch today.Instead, I cooked in the morning, attempting to master the talent.That’s when it dawns on me, that I’ve probably left my wallet on the kitchen counter.I can’t help but slap a hand on my face with a groan. I don’t know what to do now. My friends were all gone, so I could not borrow some money from them.What am I supposed to do now? It’s quite a dilemma.I won’t really risk trying to sneak in a bus, and there’s no way any driver would let me ride free. I had the worse luck on the best days, so there’s no way I’m going to risk being humiliated by a bus driver on top of it all.So, that leaves one logical course of action to follow.I sigh and give Laurent a call
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 115. My Bullies
On one hand, I could stay and confront him about this stalking of his. But there’s no one around to help me in case Talon tries to do something drastic, and while I don’t believe that he would try to kill me or anything, I really don’t want to get in a fight on campus grounds yet again.And so ,I did the best thing I could think of. I turn and start to walk away.I know that I should keep to the outer section of the campus because Gerald would be driving by the road to pick me up, and there are people present in case Talon attempts something. I try to make myself look inconspicuous enough because I don’t want anyone to think I’m acting suspiciously. Previous experience had shown that this will not work in my favor. And so, I walked, trying my hardest to be nonchalant, putting a spring in my step and shoving my hands in my pockets, the very essence of a chill dude going home after a long day at the university.I look over my shoulder after walking a couple of yards, and sure enough, I
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 116. One and only.
The man starts at me, his fist raised in a punch.If it had been before his expulsion, I would’ve thought that whatever Stone was about to do to me would knock me out flat on my ass. But thanks to Adrenaline Rush, I could now see how bad his form was. Before, what he lacked in technique, he made for with strength. He was unfairly tall and had the muscle mass to suit his height. When confronted with that, anyone my size would cower.But now I am different. Now, I know how to fight.So I use his lack of balance to my advantage and target the opposite of side he was leaning towards. Instead of a punch, I swerved to the side and kicked him, right above his hips with speed behind my move. With a surprised yell, he had been shoved away from his intended path, barely regaining his balance.He whips towards me with surprise evident on his features, and I shrug.“I learned a thing or two since we last met,” I told him, “you still got time to turn and leave me alone, and I won’t kick your ass i
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 117. Lemon
I cannot help the incredulous laugh that falls off my lips as I blink at him, trying to get my vision clearer and clearer. My throat still hurts too much to talk, but there are a million questions swirling in my head. I feel like I just might explode if I don’t get the answers for them soon.Lemon is here. How bizarre is that? In my psyche, Lemon is associated with New Yoke, being the general life of the party, the young and genius boy who does bartending for a living and colors his hair a million times to suit his whims. He’s certainly a character, but a character who belongs in the big apple.So, what the hell is he doing here?“Dude, I need you to start from the beginning,” I tell him, trying to make heads and tails, “what are you doing here?”He pouts exaggeratedly, “aw, Jace, I thought you guys would be happy to see me here. Thought we became buddies after I saved your butt from being pummeled at my bar!”I sputter, “of course, I didn’t mean to imply otherwise, I just-“Then the
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261. Supernatural?
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
260. Scream
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
259. Coming in
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
258. Get out.
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
257. Ex
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
256. Good news
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
255. Brain Injury
“Follow me,” I’m being instructed as soon as I enter the quaint little house through the doors. I take a brief look around, my newly deepened senses getting acquainted with the new surroundings I’ve found myself in, and there's nothing to complain about. The lavender and cream scent that emanated from Estelle permeated every available surface of the house and then some, along with the intermingling scents of the cut flowers artistically arranged in various cute vases on almost every available flat surface, one vase each, and the smell of firewood burning in the fireplace. The wallpapers are mauve themes, the skirtings are white, and the floor is made of polished hardwood, and the house lighting is ambient. There is a window seat near the large window I failed to see from the outside, and the wall next to the window is covered with a bookrack. I squint at the old-looking books, trying to see if there are any names on the spines. Some have names, but a lot of them are nameless.Interest
254. Cover
I try to see if there are any materials lying around in what seems to be the backyard of the house, but there are only flowering plants and herbs, neatly grown in flowerbeds and growing heartily, all over the yard. It’s not fenced or gated, and while to me that looks like a bad move security-wise, I guess the residents of this quaint little house do not think so.It’s actually a cottage, by the looks of it, and extremely old-fashioned at that. Blue in color, freshly painted, with white windows and doors, as well as a black tiled roof that had an opening for a chimney.Smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the glow of evening lights emanates from behind the white curtains that had been put behind the windows. It looks homely, and surely someone living in a home like this would not turn away someone needing help, would they?I desperately wish I had something to cover myself, but sadly there is not, so I try to use my hand. Never have I felt this humiliated by a circumstance, and I h
253. Woods
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin
