The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with intimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on. He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Well
The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with hiintimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on.He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Wel
The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with hiintimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on.He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Wel
Well was such a party pooper. He sucked at everything that involved too much crowd, too many lights, too many speeches, and too many talks with literally everyone he would meet in the hallway. If it was not for the unlimited wines and the responsibility of being the next CEO of the Smith Coffee Shop, he would have left the party already. “Mr. Well,” A soft tap on the shoulder suddenly sent a shock on his body, causing him to react unconsciously and turn around to face whoever it was that called my name. “Yes? What is it?” he answered as he grabbed a glass of martini off of the tray of the waiter who passed by in front of him. He took a sip from it and moved a toast with a group of billionaires– his Dad’s affiliates, who were standing about a meter away from him. “Your father wants you to get ready. Your promotion will be announced in a while,” the woman said. If Well was not mistaken, she was his Dad’s secretary– who was soon to be his secretary as well. I had a talk with Dad a
“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison. After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment,
When the doctor told Well to just wait outside until the immediate operation was over, Well could not help but just obey with the rules. However, deep inside him, he was already anxious, nervous, and panicking. Emotions had been mixing up in his stomach that he found it very difficult to breath anymore. They had been clogging his throat, making him lose control of his breathing. 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. His nerves had never been feeling this tight. The flowing of blood all over his body had bee
"Wait a second," I halt Jan Clarence from speaking and then give myself a couple of seconds to digest what he just said. And then I realize, he definitely got a point. I forgot the fact that I dk really have hundreds of fans and tens of fans clubs that are rooting for me while at the same time wishing I would be their endgame. And considering fans' possessive behaviour, I am now starting to worry what could happen worse to Louis Peters. If it is really true that he made a lot of girls disappointed and angry for kissing me (although technically, I am the one who initiated the kiss), then he surely is in trouble. I need to find him. I got to find him. "Oh, my God." I gasp. "I think you are right. I think he is really in trouble. Do you know where he is? Like, have you seen him around?" Jan Clarence only ignores me, and I thought he is going to keep it that way. But then, later on, he makes a very unexpected move. He digs for his phone in his pocket and rummages through its deepest de
“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison.After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment, som