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The Good Upclass Chapter 107: Only The Young Is Excluded
"Don't you think it's unfair?" Well swung his head as he looked up above him. "He kept on dragging and dragging me in danger, making me think that it's all because of me— that I was the target of the culprits all along— only for me to later on know that it was actually him they were running after. I think it is just so unfair. There were so many times I have put myself to danger that he, himself has caused. And I was this tiny, little clueless innocent man whose never realized that I've been deprived of the truth ever since the day he and I have met," Well answered. Tears were already dwelling in the corner of his eyes but he did not wipe them away yet. He let them stream for as long as it demanded to. "Can anyone blame me for losing my trust in him? Don't you think it is also valid to be angry because of him? Because if I am to think of it, I have every right to be angry just as he has every right to be defensive." Well coughed. “Yeah, I can also say that’s right, though.” Binsent A
The Good Upclass Chapter 108: Flashback
“I don’t get it. Why do you have to protect me, and keep an eye on me, when clearly, after a thorough observation, we have both found out that it was not me who was hot in the eyes of the culprits, but my friend, AllenMar? Is it still not clear to you that it is him that the culprits are after for and not me?” Well sighed heavily, heavy enough to figuratively say that he carried the whole world on his shoulders and the longer he kept on carrying them, the heavier they would become. “How are you so sure about that? Yes, we both thought of that possibility, and yes, we both agreed that it might really be him, but it does not mean it is only him. Just because we both think that the culprits are running after your friend, Allen Mar does not mean they are not running after you anymore. There should be at least a twenty percent chance that they are looking after you, too. The more vulnerable and easy targets they have, the closer they are to achieving their goals.” Binsent Anchorman stoppe
The Good Upclass Chapter 109: Home
“Hey!” Well called. His voice echoed like a wailing siren in the vastness and bleakness of the dusk. On the other hand, Binsent Anchorman had been caught in a lull. Well had been trying to get his attention for quite a while already but still he was too stuck in a rut that he had not heard a thing. And so, Well got no choice but to poke him by th shoulders to make sure that he would turn around this time. “I said hey!” Well repeated. This time, there was a certain sharpness in his voice sharp enough to pierce through the daydream that caught all the attention of the man beside him. “Are you still with me?” Well asked, his eyebrows trying to collide with each other but a part of him said it was too unnecessary for them to do that. “Oh, yes! Yes! I am still with you. Sorry, but what was it again?” Binsent Anchorman moved his head to the direction of the young man, and now that his attention had been diverted to him finally, he made sure he heard every word that Well would utter the f
The Good Upclass Chapter 110: Apology Letter
There was a knock on the door. If not because of eight beautiful hours of sleep that had been finally granted to Well, he would have never opened that door. But because he was able to get the thing he had been asking for, he was motivated and partly convinced that getting up from his bed and walking all the way to the doorway just to open the door for someone he did not even sure who was fine. “Who is it?” he asked, his left ear had been drawn to the door, just close enough for him to hear the words if ever the person on the other side would somehow reply. It was only seven minutes before seven o’clock in the morning, and so Well thought it could not be the customer service serving Well’s free breakfast because it would be too early. Usually, free breakfast was served around seventy thirty to eight, and that still would depend if the tenant would acquire for it. As far as Well could recall, he did not request for a free meal last night. Three seconds passed and yet no reply had bee
The Good Upclass Chapter 111: A Meet Up With A Friend
Well quickly jumped out of his bed and ran towards his cabinet to pull out some clothes. He changed his pair of blue and white stripes of pajamas into a pink polo shirt and a plain, black jeans. He reached for a couple of accessories on his jewelry box which was located on the uppermost layer of the drawers beside his cabinet. He wore a Rolex silver watch, the one his Dad, Gerard Smith gave him as a present during his fifteenth birthday, and his silver anchor necklace which his best friend, JH bought for him from a dollar junkshop back when they were still studying together on Well’s former high school. These were the two jewelries he would only were during important and sentimental occassions. Such as this one. He and his new friend, Allen Mar was about to meet on the City Central Plaza to continue or to resume the friendship that Allen Mar had temporarily ended just simply because he got angry after Well frankly asked him questions that triggered his inner self to explode in massive
The Good Upclass Chapter 112: A Meet Up With A Friend Pt. 2
“You are telling me that you are fucking willing to wait for more than two hours here? Are you joking me?” Binsent Anchorman said as he led the way to the nearest 711 store-- which was on the right wing of the Johannson Street, the only street with a name around the City Central Plaza.“Uhm, yep. That is exactly what I am telling you,” Well replied, looking unbothered as he kept on walking following the path that Binsent Anchorman took. “I am not asking you to wait with me here, so, what is with that frustration?” Well asked back to him, his eyes blinking in a series of winks-- left eye and then right eye, and then repeat.“Nothing.” Binsent Anchorman stopped. “It is just-- you know-- unbelievable. I mean, I have never encountered anyone who is willing to wait for hours and hours in some boring place under the broad daylight just for someone who he had a misunderstanding with. It does not make any sense to me, you know what I mean?” He continued walking forward.“Does it have to make
The Good Upclass Chapter 113: Praises and Doubts
Binsent Anchorman sat down on one of the four monoblock chairs around the only table outside of the same store. Well sat right next to him. “That is a different kind of waiting, though,” the old bloke replied. “That waiting is one where everything that is about to happen next is unknown, and you are bound between ending it and running for your life, and continuing it for the sake of the accomplishment of the misson. That kind of waiting is deadly. While your kind of waiting is-- I don’t kno what to call it anymore.” “Sentimental,” Well answered. “My kind of waiting is sentimental. And all sentimental things are usually boring. That is in their nature. But not in my case. Sentimental things-- to me-- they are the most risk-worthy thing in the world. Like-- you know-- I would be willing to brave all the odds just to achieve that sentimental value. I don’t know. Maybe you do not understand what I mean. Even I, sometimes, don’t understand what I mean. Is that what, we people, really are?
The Good Upclass Chapter 114: All In This Together
Three wild hours of waiting and finally, Allen Mar appeared in the scene. He was wearing a blue cap, and a pair of red basketball jersey uniform. His footwear was a pair of red, brand new flip flops. He smelled like an expensive wine, and the fact that he was wearing a vintage tinted glasses only supported the mere allegation that he looked just as fine as a newly bloomed actor in the acting industry. He looked both to the left and to the right before he proceeded crossing the pedestrian lane. En route to the direction of the 711 store where Well and Binsent Anchorman had been waiting on the table outside, Well looked at the man in front of him and started a mini conversation.“I don’t know if he had seen you already, but I bet he was going to freak out if he sees your face. He must surely mistaken you as Detective Deib Anchorman. Brace yourself because you are about to explain things as soon as he arrives here on the table,” Well said as he rested his eyebrows and took a sip on the i
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Chapter 160: Prisoners of the Deep
“Nowadays, it is not only tangible things that are stolen. Culprits and stalkers like them are often sent out in the world to steal impossible things like information and codes. I believe that is the thing that keeps them from running after us. Because if it is only a material thing, they could have stolen it long before already. But it’s different. They are needing a piece of information, and only the best of the best spies and culprits can do it. Only those who are willing to risk their lives and last breath only to get their ears closer to the information that their bosses need,” Binsent Anchorman explained. “Okay, okay. Hold on, why are we here again? Because, technically, since I am now an official member of the alliance, am I not right to know the basics of this group? Like, what are we working for? And who? And why? And basically all the questions you think I need the answer from?” Arjay chimed in, standing by the end of the bleacher together with Allen Mar. Even up until this
Chapter 159: Devil's Den
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one th
Chapter 158: Binsent On The Lead
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one t
Chapter 157: Their Own Shadows
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” We
Chapter 156: Everthing's Off, Everything's Improper
Just when Well arrived at the ground floor, he noticed some coalition of people not far from where he was standing. Intrigued by the on going noises, he went to see what was happening over there. After a few more meters of walking, he finally figured out what that mess was all about. Simple. It was primarily because over there was a food hall and the reason why he could hear metals banging against each other was because they were spoons and forks, and noisy people who were trying to satisfy themselves with the food that they eat. Apparently, it triggered the growling of Well’s stomach. All of a sudden, he wanted to dive into the line too to get himself something to feed for his angry tummy. Convinced that there was no time for his social anxieties anymore, he absentmindedly fell in line. He tucked his wallet out of his pants’ left pocket and draw out his credit card. Finally, he could eat now. It took him roughly ten to fifteen minutes to finally make it to the counter. There, he ord
Chapter 155: Well's Convincing Lines
With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the evening. Around this time, Well should have had in his bed already– ready to sleep because tomorrow was going to be another day full of unwanted surprises– but here he was now, in the hospital, with someone he only knew less than ten hou
Chapter 154: Discombobulated
His nerves had never been feeling this tight. The flowing of blood all over his body had been insufficient, but the only thing he ever had in his mind was Allen Mar. He kept thinking of him. He kept thinking and thinking and thinking of him. Questions spun around his brain; ‘How was the operation?’ ‘Will he be okay?’ ‘Will he survive?’ ‘What are the odds of him dying?’ ‘Was the doctor not joking when he said that Allen Mar’s injury was serious and could even bring up his death if certain actions had not been taken immediately?’ With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside
Chapter 153: Media Man
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now. “Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that
Chapter 152: Too Impossible To Be True
Different scenarios had been playing in his head to the extent that he was lost already and could not distinguish the reality from the hallucinations. Hope had been the only chance he had. And although his abdomen churned in fear, and the back of his neck had been filled with goosebumps, Well only braved the situation and sat on one of the chairs at the waiting area, believing in his friend, Allen Mar that he would survive the operation no matter what. Prayers came out of his lips unconsciously without him knowing it. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the ev
