At the edge of the school yard, Zak hangs out by the gate. The afternoon sun in Utah gives everything a warm vibe, but Zak's world is often colder.
Zak, who comes from an orphanage background, often finds himself on the outskirts of social circles. However, there's a notable exception – Daphne. She adding color to his life.
As the school day ends and lockers close, Zak sees Daphne carrying a bunch of papers.
A breeze rolls through, making her hair dance. She throws up a hand to fix it, then shoots Zak a smile. The sun's giving her white outfit a glow, making her look fresh, kinda like moonlight.
Zak's hooked, thinking everything in the world is just a backdrop for Daphne.
"What's up with the stare-down? Didn't I tell you to bounce?" she asked.
"I got some stuff to handle too."
"Got it."
Daphne hands Zak some of the papers, saying, "Zakky, check these at home. It's the paperwork I grabbed from Mr. Howe."
Zak takes it, then hesitates before saying:
"Daphne..."
"Yeah?"
"It's nothing, I just can't handle being away from you." This time, Zak isn't playing it cool.
Daphne locks eyes with him, saying, "Me too."
"I got something to share."
Zak takes a deep breath. "I'm gunning for Stanford."
"Huh?" Daphne's confused but can't hide her excitement. "Didn't you say you were headed to Connecticut for college? Why the sudden love for California?"
Zak's got the answer ready. If Daphne asks why, he's gonna say...
Thump, thump, thump...
His heart's pounding, watching Daphne graze her fingers.
It's a move Daphne pulls when she's expecting something she's been looking forward to.
That just messes with Zak even more. He goes, "Because... I have feelings for you."
Finally, Zak pours out his feelings, letting out a sigh that's a mix of relief and unease. He keeps his eyes on Daphne, trying not to miss any emotion.
But all Zak sees is Daphne widening her eyes, and he can't quite figure out what she's feeling.
Daphne stays quiet for what feels like a long time to Zak.
"Zakky..." Daphne's voice breaks the silence.
"Yeah..." Zak notices his throat is dry.
"What do you like about me?" Daphne asks with a hint of shyness.
Zak is overwhelmed by the many things he likes about her – her looks, personality, kindness, and how she treats him.
"There are so many things about you that I like. You're perfect in my eyes."
After saying this, Daphne goes silent again.
"What do you want, Zak?" Daphne's tone is soft, as if she'd agree to anything.
"I... " Zak, thinking there's no need to hide now, says, "I want to be your boyfriend. Do you agree?"
"Zak..." Daphne pauses, holding his wrist gently. Her touch is warm and soft.
Daphne looks up at him, her eyes a bit misty with a touch of pink in the corners.
Daphne is delicate and easily teary-eyed. Zak regrets being a bit too quick, but he eagerly waits for her answer as she holds onto his hand, a sign that...
Daphne speaks in a soft voice, "Zak, we're still..."
Zak stops breathing.
Maybe not wanting to hurt him, after a while, Daphne softly says, "Can't."
Zak is surprised, feeling a buzz in his head, blood rushing. After struggling to speak for a while, he asks, "Is it because you don't like me?"
Daphne tightens her grip on his wrist, bites her lip, looking confused.
"Daphne..."
Suddenly, Daphne hugs him.
Zak stiffens, not sure how to breathe.
Each breath is filled with Daphne's scent.
Daphne rests her head on his neck, saying softly, "Zak, please don't be upset."
Her actions are gentle, but her words are sad.
She says no to being his girlfriend but comforts him with a hug, showing that she only sees him as a friend.
Zak forces a smile.
As Daphne lets go, she looks at his disappointed face.
Daphne is sad, lowers her hand, and strokes his.
Their closeness might make others think Daphne agreed to be his girlfriend.
Zak stays quiet, both feeling embarrassed. Daphne seems like she wants to say something but stops, finally letting go of his hand. "I'll go home first."
Zak doesn't know what to say, just feeling like a failure.
Watching Daphne leave quickly, Zak feels completely powerless.
After going back to the orphanage and showering, Zak can't sleep. The scene of confessing to Daphne plays in his mind all night.
Daphne says no.
Daphne doesn't like him.
If she doesn't like him, why does she treat him so nicely?
If she doesn't like him, why be so gentle in saying no?
This is the first time Zak has felt so uncomfortable.
Zak doesn't sleep all night. Early the next morning, his eyes are tired, his body exhausted, but he can't sleep at all.
Zak was lying on his bed when he heard a commotion outside, an unusual event at the orphanage.
Intrigued, Zak stepped out and noticed a black Bentley parked by the gate, exuding an air of luxury.
A man in a black vest stood beside the car, tilting his head and locking eyes with Zak.
Zak hadn't anticipated that, within just an hour, he would find himself seated alongside that man in the dean's office.
"The orphanage superintendent must have already filled you in on everything, right?" the man remarked, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Yes," Zak replied calmly, keeping his gaze fixed on the table. It turns out the man Zak just spotted is actually his family's butler, or you could say, a member of his newly discovered family. He has been sent to find Zak and bring him back to his family.Handing the documents to Zak, he simply said, "Take it." Zak swiftly scanned through the few pages. The contents clearly detailed his birth, how he was taken away by a stranger, and later left at the orphanage after the kidnapper's death. As the butler observed him, he grew increasingly uneasy with each passing moment. The butler was well aware of Zak's parents' attitude towards him, and as a result, his own demeanor towards Zak lacked hint of respect.In that moment, Zak felt like an object on display, casually scrutinized by the man. Methodically organizing the papers, Zak locked eyes with hi
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As the soft glow of light gently cast shadows on Zak's fair face, he looked somewhat melancholic. Putting his book aside, he gracefully stood up and opened the door, his expression becoming serene, hiding any visible emotions.Unaware that Benton Vanderose had arranged Zak's living quarters, Samantha Elliott presumed it was Zak's own choice. She disapproved and said, "There's a bigger room upstairs, yet you insist on staying in this small one. You have to get rid of undesirable habits you've picked up outside, do you understand?"With lowered eyes and a gentle tone, Zak replied, "I understand, Mom."Samantha Elliott gently ruffled Juelz's hair and reminded him, "Remember to go to school tomorrow. At school, don't cause any trouble for Juelz. Juelz is different from you. Don't exploit your resemblance to him for anything else.""I've transferred your living expenses to your card. Mrs. Sears, give it to him."As Samantha Elliott spoke, Zak listened in silence, accepting the bank card ha
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The man's expression turned rigid, and all his concern vanished. He lingered momentarily before delivering a cold directive, "There's a first aid kit in the living room. Don't let others think we mistreat you." Unconcerned about the origin of his injuries, he made his way up the stairs. "I'm sorry." Benton Vanderose paused in his steps, turning to look back. His brows furrowed as he observed the delicate, somewhat pitiable figure, his lips maintaining a forced smile. Facing the refrigerator, the young man's gaze dropped, his lips still carrying a strained smile. The distinct marks of five fingers were imprinted on his cheek, clearly the aftermath of a powerful blow. A sense of unease welled up within Benton Vanderose, perhaps a mixture of regret and the familiar resemblance between the young man's face and Juelz's - a sight that tugged at his heart. He proceeded up the staircase with a stern expression, entering Juelz's room. Amidst the cacophony of crashing items from the upsta
Carlos Downs stood there, rooted in place, glancing at the umbrella in his hand and then at Zak in the rain, slowly coming to a realization. Was this guy deliberately avoiding sharing the umbrella? For the first time in his many years, Carlos, the young heir, felt a growing sense of irritation. He briefly contemplated reclaiming his umbrella but ultimately decided to enter the school with it still in hand.As he hurried into the educational building, Zak flicked off the rainwater from his clothing, removed his hat, and elegantly tossed back his hair...."In the afternoon, what's your plan for the parent-teacher meeting?" Terrence patted Juelz on the shoulder and winked. "Don't you want to make your little brother's day unforgettable?"Juelz, still nursing some lingering irritation, shot Terrence a sidelong glance. "Got any great ideas?""I've got plenty of them. It all depends on whether you'd like to witness him getting embarrassed or simply enduring a bit of discomfort," Terrence
The two of them arrived at the playground, and Zak took a seat on the steps in front of Juelz.Coming to a stop, Juelz lowered his gaze and began, "You know, I don't actually dislike you that much. It's just that you resemble me so closely that being around you feels like encountering a mirror image."Zak was taken aback by this sudden turn towards emotion. He stood up and met Juelz's gaze, saying, "I understand."Raising his hand, he slowly moved it closer to Juelz's face.This sudden gesture made Juelz furrow his brow, his eyes showing resistance. As he instinctively tried to step back, Zak interrupted, "Wait a second, big brother, there's a bug on your face."Juelz, who had an intense fear of insects, instantly froze, his eyes wide open as he watched Zak's finger make contact with his face, gently flicking something away."My mistake; it was just a mosquito," Zak retracted his hand, chuckling softly. "But don't worry, I've already taken care of it."Seeing the smile on Zak's lips,
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