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The Good Upclass Chapter 25: Green Flags
It has already been a week since the viral photo of me and Louis Peters has wrecked the internet and now I am very much rather thankful because finally, the waves have calmed down. We can now walk through the corridors and hallways without being talked about, we can now eat snacks in the cafeteria peacefully without being pressured to answer their daring yet nuisance question, and we can now freely browse our I*******m feeds without seeing our faces edited out into a 'Rumour has it' kind of stuff where on the caption would often contain about crazy speculations and rumours about him and me. But what is crazier than that though is the fact that some people have actually told Louis Peters and I that we should court each other. I mean, if that is not some sort of a hypothetical embarrassment, then I don't know what is. Okay so for the record, the line up for the school's basketball team has already been finalised last Friday and today, Monday, is going to be the first official training
The Good Upclass Chapter 26: Illusion
If not because of the sharp glimmers of sunshine rays penetrating through the tiny holes of the roof and hitting directly on his skin, Well would not be able to realize that it was late in the morning already.He opened his eyes, scrubbed them hardly with his fingers, as he slowly lifted himself up from the broken swivel chair where he spent the rest of the night sleeping. His legs were still noodles. He could barely even feel any sensation on his feet; he could not feel the surface of the ground, he could not feel the cold temperature of the room, he could not feel almost anything. It was only then when the room had been lightened by the sun that everything inside made a little more sense. To Well, it indeed really looked like a boutique room. A stockroom, perhaps. There was a broken refrigerator, cupboards, broken chairs of different sorts, scraps and metals and other useless materials that just did not compute as to why they ended up being there, and a lot more. However, other tha
The Good Upclass Chapter 27: A Precautionary Reminder
Well would like to think that he was just being delusional again. I mean, considering all the crazy stuff that had happened the night prior to this, he had all the rights to get confused. Anyone who was in his position could have been in the same confusion. While waiting for the waiter to go back to him to give him his bill, Well stared at the window pane again. But this time, he was not anticipating anything at all. He was not convincing himself that he would see Daniel again. He was not making himself believe it would be worth a shot expecting something to pop out of the frame. He just stared there, eyes were blank, mind was a puddle. “Excuse me, Sir. Here is your bill for the cup of coffee,” says the waiter that eventually ended his long, blank, meaningless gaze at the window glass. He stared at the bill. Two dollars. He questioned himself; how could that simple cup of coffee with no sugar and only three punches of espresso cost much more than a dollar? But then again, he did not
The Good Upclass Chapter 28: Stalkers
The cars sped past in front of him. Black smoke blew off his face, the disgusting smell of it tingled his nostrils in the most annoying way. Well could have just easily escaped the embarrassing situation only if he ever thought of running. But considering the odds, it seemed like it did not even bother to cross his mind. What Well did instead was to walk at his fastest pace until he reached the other end of the pedestrian lane. There, people were as fast and as quick as the cars. Busy. Topsy-turvy. That was how Well would describe the scenario the moment he landed a foot on the other side. It was as if an entirely different world. However, he was fully aware that it was nothing but just another block of skyscrapers and tall buildings that was obviously an extension of the New Bill. It was still part of the New Bill. The extreme uncomfort, immense anxiety, and utter suffocation Well felt were enough manifestations to conclude that he was still in New Bill. Feeling an imaginary scrape
The Good Upclass Chapter 29: Home
"Thank you so much," Well said to the taxi driver as soon as he paid him the money and got out of the car. Well's heart thumped fast and loud. Every beat of it went exactly on the same pace as his feet. He could not tell if he was just tired, or if he was really, really unsettled. Of course, it had to be the latter. Before the taxi driver rolled down his window, he said something to Well. "Do not hesitate to call 911 whenever you feel like you are in danger, sir. It is better to be safe than sorry." He cleared his throat. He was about to run the engine on but suddenly he remembered the conversation was not yet over. So, he furthered his warnings. "But according to what most of the people here in this place believe, the police department here is only as crooked and as evil as the burglars. I'd rather you go and contact anyone you trust and ask help from them instead. Who knows they are more reliable that the so called cops of New Bill who know nothing but to rest on cloud nine and en
The Good Upclass Chapter 30: Attempted Murder
A knock on the door had caught the attention of Well, making him jump off of the couch and run all the way past the living room to twist the door knob open. It was a hotel clerk, bringing a bar cart with him that contained a full course meal. IT was only then when Well realized that it was already lunch time. “Hi, Sir, Good day. As part of the VIP subscriber benefit, we offer you this free full meal course of the day. Enjoy!” The hotel clerk greeted Well with a vibrant smile plastered on his face. “Oh, thank you! I did not know you have stuff like this. Good thing I have not prepared my lunch yet, so you came just in time,” Well answered, although inside his head, he was already questioning the authenticity of the words coming from the mouth of the hotel clerk. The hotel clerk fixed his red bowtie that looked like a big stain of blood on his white inner polo shirt, and then maneuvered the trolly to the direction of the living room. “May I?” he asked, probably preferring to whether
The Good Upclass Chapter 31: Off He Went
“Definitely, the mercury must have been in the ice cubes.” These were the words that Well had told himself after getting rid of the attempted murder through food poisoning plotted against him. Even up until now, two o’clock in the afternoon, two hours since he met the hotel clerk that delivered the meal to him, he still could not believe what actually happened, and what more could have happened only if he was not paying attention to the things happening around him. The food on the table were still untouched. Well was sure to assume that the ice cubes had been mixed with poison. As a matter of fact, that was the only thing he was so sure about. He did not know what was the status of the actual meal itself– if whether it was safe to eat or not. But now that doubts and trust issues had oozed out of Well’s mind, he could not help but think the same thing had happened to the meal. It could have been had some poison, too. Well did not know what to do. He wanted to call the help desk to
The Good Upclass Chapter 32: A Convo With The Driver
“Taxi!” Well shouted as he waved his hand in the air, hoping that the taxi cab from the west was empty so he could finally get a ride to the Cemetre Street, Nonato Extension where the nearest branch of the Octagon Shop stood according to the customer service woman he talked with about twenty minutes ago. When the taxi cab halted in front of him, Well was quick to jump into the car and tell the cabby driver where he wanted him to drive to. “Cemetre Street, Nonato Extension. Specifically on the Octagon Shop if you are familiar with it,” he said and thankfully, the driver recognized the place and now it had been a whole lot easier for Well. “We are on it sir, estimated time of arrival would be not anywhere past three o’clock,” said the taxi cab driver in his deep, husky, yet a little too loud monotone. “Looks like you are planning to buy yourself a new device, aren’t you, sir?” The driver turned his head around to see Well, as he was sitting on the back of the car even though the shot
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