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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
The Good Upclass Chapter 115: After All, They're Innocents
Well locked eyes with Binsent Anchorman. His bare, brown face suddenly turned blueish white. His eyes grew wide. His eyebrows raised up above the sky. And with a mouth growing into a massiive capital O, a voice squeeked out of his vocal chord. “What the actual fuck?!” he shouted as he stepped back. “You are alive?!” he asked, his voice shuddering as if he spoke it while facing an electric fan. His gaze kept on sticking onto the view of Detective Deib Anchorman’s carbon copy. “How about you sit down so that we can begin to explain things and you can begin to comprehend and understand?” Well said as he cupped his face with his cold, trembling hands and controlled him down to take a seat. “I know things look a little messy, and I know for some reason that you are thinking it is in you that is wrong, but no. I was exactly like you at first but then I got some enlightenment after hearing the explanation and the reason behind.” “Enlightement about what exactly?” Allen Mar asked as he sat d
The Good Upclass Chapter 116: Eat Out
The meet up was supposed to be exclusive only for Well and Allen Mar because it was going to be their time to talk about things and maybe apologize for each other for the mess that they have done in each other’s feelings. However, but because Binsent Anchorman joined in the frame, the two young boys were left with no choice but to deal with it and just brush off the idea of their so called face to face talking stage. Instead, what came into their mind was another thought that did not even come across to them earlier. Another problem, another hypothetical question sprung up, and everything was up for Well and Allen Mar, including the twin brother of Detective Deib Anchorman, if whether or not they were going to take it seriously or just leave it as it was-- merely an idea.“What makes you think that the culprits are after us? Because if I try to think of it, there is really nothing interesting about the two of us. You said, they were after us both, right? Aren’t we the weakest and most
The Good Upclass Chapter 117: Words On Bathroom Wall
The three arrived at the Noodle Bar, the place which Allen Mar said served the most amazing and most tongue-satisfying ramen soup he had been craving for. It was not that far from the City Central Plaza where they were supposed to be meeting at. The place was heavily crowded, that wa for sure. However, there was still a vacant table that seemed to have been reserved only just for them.“Is this the place? The one you said that serves a good bowl of ramen?” Well asked to clarify.“Oh, yes, yes my dear. Just by simply looking at it, my mouth is already drooling and my tongue can already sense how it tastes like. It is just so good. And so cheap, by the way,” Allen Mar explained. His eyes were like to rhimestones glued in replaced to his eyeballs, and they shimmered every single time he would take a pause to blink for a moment. There was never a second that Well took away his glance from him. He was struck in awe. He found it adorable to see Allen Mar forgetting about everything for a sh
The Good Upclass Chapter 118: Vandal
Allen Mar's eyes were like rhinestones glued in replaced to his eyeballs, and they shimmered every single time he would take a pause to blink for a moment. There was never a second that Well took away his glance from him. He was struck in awe. He found it adorable to see Allen Mar forgetting about everything for a short time except for how his all-time favorite bowl of ramen tasted like and how his hungry soul craved for it. He was like a child. But an adorable, innocent little one. “Okay, then, let us get inside so I can judge if whether you are telling the truth or not,” Well said, deadpan. Although fairly, he was already looking forward that the ramen would really taste delicious. Well, he reckoned Allen Mar would never react and crave that way if it was not for the quality taste of the food. The three of them moved forward and into the sliding glass door of the Noodle Bar. Sure enough, the amount of people inside were so intense and so massive you could already conclude that the
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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