It was a quiet night, and both Demetrius and Finlay had returned home from their daily routines. While Finlay was eager to talk to Demetrius about something important, Demetrius was feeling exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. "Demetrius, we need to talk," Finlay said in a serious tone, "It's about your education and future." "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Demetrius asked, rubbing his tired eyes. "No, it can't," Finlay replied, "This is a critical matter that cannot be delayed." As they were speaking, their father, Kirk Hoffman, who was working in his work, overheard their conversation and stepped out to see what was going on. Finlay continued, "I've heard that you've been placed in the F class, the lowest class at school. This is not acceptable. Your mother and father worked hard to get you into Class A, and now you're in Class F. How will you be able to keep up with the college entrance exams?" Kirk Hoffman listened to Finlay's words with a mix of shock and anger. He couldn
"Normal," Demetrius replied in a monotone voice, betraying the fact that the topic was a sensitive one for him. It seemed that no matter how good or bad others treated him, he did not show any particular reaction, as if he were a robot programmed to keep his emotions in check. As they were nearing the school, Demetrius suddenly spoke up. "Can you drop me off at the bank?" he asked. Macey looked at him quizzically. "The bank? What do you need to do there?" she asked. "Just some work," Demetrius replied evasively, not giving any further explanation. "Okay, no problem. I'll drop you off there," she said, she decided not to push the matter. As they pulled up to the curb, Demetrius quickly got out of the car without looking back to say goodbye. It seemed as though Demetrius didn't want any more contact with her, and that even going to school with her was a reason why he wanted to get out of the car halfway. Macey couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Demetrius. Despite his s
"Hey Demetrius," Kai Cunningham said as he saw Demetrius continuing with his class, "I just wanted to apologize for what I did earlier." However, Demetrius didn't react and simply went around Kai to continue his class. Kai felt surprised as he saw that Demetrius gave no response to his apology. He had been worried about the potential consequences of his earlier behavior and had been bracing himself for a negative reaction. However, when Demetrius didn't react, Kai felt a sense of relief and relaxation because he hadn't originally expected Demetrius to forgive him. As Alexander Rosa approached Kai from behind, Kai noticed him looking annoyed. "Demetrius is really misbehaving," Alexander said, "he always seems to make people feel disgusted." "You're the one misbehaving, not him," Kai thought. After this thought, Kai decided to leave the conversation and walked away, leaving Alexander alone. Alexander Rosa looked disdainfully at the door of Class F, then raised his middle finger tow
Riley's face contorted with anger as he spoke. "Because of him, I was suspended from school, criticized, and had to clean the toilets for a week." Macey's expression remained stern as she replied, "You deserved it." "Let me tell you, it's him, Demetrius. Someone with power doesn't like him, so it's not my fault," Riley justified. Macey didn't even bother to respond and walked away without looking back. … "There's a basketball game tomorrow, remember? Hurry up and register now, only few reserve spots left," Derick Sherman announced to the crowd. The students began murmuring among themselves, some showing excitement at the prospect of the game while others seemed indifferent. “Anyone?” Derick asked. Suddenly, Osvaldo stepped into the classroom and said, "Count me in." "Why are you here?" a student from F class asked him suspiciously. "Are you here to mess with Demetrius?" another student guessed. Osvaldo chuckled. "No, I just switched classes. Can I sign up for the game now?"
Demetrius' body temperature had reached 39 degrees, and the doctor, seeing his condition was not good, recommended that he be hospitalized. Demetrius was experiencing difficulty breathing and was unsteady on his feet. A nurse was present to give him injections. His thin, fleshless hand made it easy to be pin the needle, and she instructed him to bear with it. Demetrius didn't show any signs of pain or discomfort. She asked, "Is anyone coming to visit you?" Demetrius shook his head. "No, I don't think so." The nurse looked concerned. "Are you sure? Sometimes it gets lonely here in the hospital. Do you need me to call your parents?" Demetrius shook his head. "No, that's okay. I'd rather just rest." "Well, if anyone does call or come by, just let me know," the nurse said, smiling. "I'll make sure they don't disturb you." "Thanks," Demetrius said. The nurse gave Demetrius some instructions before leaving. "Even if you turn on the air conditioner, your hands will gradually become co
After a few minutes, he sensed someone coming to a halt beside him. Without opening his eyes, Demetrius recognized the presence as that of Finlay. Finlay felt uneasy witnessing Demetrius' unwavering composure. How could he stay so serene? What was his secret? Leaning closer to Demetrius, Finlay whispered, "Demetrius, there's no point in persisting any longer. I forgot to mention that my parents hold great affection for me. They made it clear before bringing you into our home: You were merely taken in to make amends for the time you experienced in your poor conditions, nothing more. There is no genuine bond here. In their hearts, I am their only true son. The Hoffman family's wealth belongs exclusively to me, do you comprehend, Demetrius? So, seize this opportunity to leave the stage, and spare our parents from witnessing any more of your presence. They'll only perceive it as a stain on our family's reputation." "What are you afraid of?" Demetrius interjected, his expression indiff
Mrs. Gallagher's face contorted with anger, giving her a somewhat unsettling appearance. Her voice grew sharp and harsh as she spoke. "Finlay doesn't owe you anything! He's innocent! What on earth are you trying to do? What do you want? Today it's Finlay's trophy, tomorrow you want to take everything from him? How can you be so shameless at such a young age? This trophy belongs to Finlay. Give it to me. I didn't bring you back here to make our lives and Finlay's life difficult. Do you have any idea how long he has been preparing for this piano competition? You just stole his trophy." Without a moment's hesitation, she made a beeline for the trophy. The entire scene left everyone stunned, including Mr. Hoffman, who had also been taken aback by the slap but maintained a furrowed brow without uttering a word. Onlookers exiting the audience paused and glanced sideways at the commotion. Soon, a crowd began to gather in the hotel lobby. Osvaldo, hearing the slaps and commotion, he turned
Demetrius fixed his gaze on the monitor for what seemed like forever before mustering the bravery to send a personal message to the author, pleading to take down the contentious tweet. The reply was immediate, tinged with sarcasm. "Why should I care? You want me to erase it just because you say so?" "I'm directly impacted by this. Can you please remove the tweet? It's causing me distress," Demetrius pleaded, hoping for empathy. "Why do you think you're so important? I'm merely spreading your tale. Isn't it beneficial for people to empathize with you? Can't you see the goodwill?" The author countered, adding a smirking emoji for effect. A wave of frustration washed over Demetrius as his fingers rapidly typed out a response. "I don't need the pity of strangers. Please, just take it down. It would mean a lot to me." "No chance! My follower count is skyrocketing. Why would I delete your post and risk losing all those followers?” The author returned, showing no signs of compromise. Be