Cory stopped when he saw Elaine looking around for him. He noticed that she was on a call. He didn't move for the next few seconds. Although he was staring at her, yet there were a couple of things going on in his head. Regarding the villain, Cory believed that he was close to understanding what was happening, yet it also felt like he was still very much clueless. He was lost in the train of thoughts. Point in time, Elaine turned around to see him standing in the way. She started to hurry towards him. There was a great mud of concern splattered across her face. "What happened just now?" She asked as soon as she got to him. "I was just staring at you a few moments ago, and then you were gone. Like you vanished. What's happening, Cory? Where did you come from again? I just turned away from this direction. You were not here." Elaine argued relentlessly. Cory understood that her argument was very valid. He shouldn't be making her worry this much. But then, when he thought of it again,
Anna was fuming in utmost rage as she paced the living room. Cory was at the open bar of the space. He was pouring some glasses of wine. Anna couldn't make herself stop. She kept pacing. It would seem as though she was trying to lose weight with the manner at which she was stomping and moving. Cory finished pouring the drinks and returned towards her. He walked straight to one of the couches and settled in. Settling in, he placed the stem of one of the glasses on the glass table and sipped from the other one. Anna stopped in her tracks all of a sudden. Her eyes were red now. Her cheeks were plain. It would seem as though her cheeks handed over the red duty to the eyes. She glared at Cory, who was still drinking the wine. Cory finished drinking and then placed the empty glass on the table. As soon as he did that, Anna started to stomp towards him. Cory didn't realise what was happening yet. He was still savoring the sumptuous taste of the resplendent and timeless wine. By the ti
Cory rolled in bed, and his eyes flipped open. He could tell that it was a new day. His mind was less clustered. But it didn't take for long when those old thoughts started to stream into the hollow of his consciousness. He sat up in bed. It would seem like he had just made an attempt to block the stream of thoughts. Well, that wasn't really far from his intentions. "I don't want to think about those things again. Today is a new day. A new dawn, and it will be treated as such." He concluded, taking a deep breath. He shut the old thoughts off. If he was going to have a great day, he knew that he would have to let go of the past. Today was the day of the beauty pageant party! He couldn't appear there looking out of place, both physically and psychologically. He refused to be seen as such. He quickly hurried to the bathroom and slipped into the jacuzzi. He poured himself a glass of wine and let the steam of the foamy bath seethe into every corner of his body. When he had enough and
Cory turned around this time. As he stared at Anna, he wasn't really looking at her face. Instead, he was looking at her hair. Her hair looked so disheveled and her clothes were rumpled. If Cory didn't have some restraint, he would be making fun of her right now because of what she looked like at that present condition. And now she said she wants to come with him? In that state?! How funny!Cory didn't want to take her seriously. Why would she say that she wants to follow him? He couldn't find a reason whatsoever for it. Cory decided not to answer her. He turned around and opened the door. If he was to respond to her, then she would have a reason to drag this out. Cory was already too late to entertain a drama. "You can't stop me from coming." Anna added. At this point, Cory couldn't pretend that he didn't hear her. Even if he wanted to pretend, her words were so bold and resounding that his mind wouldn't let them go easily. "What are you doing, Anna?" Cory asked after deciding t
Sheiley jaws were hanging in the air. She was stunned out of her wits. She didn't really know how to react to this. She was glued to that very spot. Harry was not any different. He was equally as stunned as his girlfriend. This made absolutely no sense to either of them. Who would ever want to believe something like that?Was this not Cory? Cory, the inconsequential youth that was the phase of ridicule of their department. What was this loser doing in a car that supposedly belonged to Lord Theo?Cory couldn't see both of them at first. There were too many students in the way for him to take note of the couple. He shut the door of the car, and the car beeped locked. People gasped when the car made the sound after automatically locking itself. "This cannot be real!!!""Is that not Cory?""Is that the pauper of the Economics department?""You mean the badluck?" There were words and mutters flying around the place. This has even caused more and more attention. Several more students we
Cory was really appalled by the kind of mindset that Harry had. He was trying to understand why Harry would hate him that much. Harry wanted his girlfriend, and he got her. What else did he want from him? Could it be that Harry wasn't really after his girlfriend, but his happiness?That could only be the most plausible explanation for this situation. Harry must really be bent on making life miserable for Cory. If not, why would he always want to humiliate Cory?Cory knew that Harry had just said this in order to humiliate him. If they were to go to a store where they would test the wristwatch, if it turned out that the wristwatch was not diamond, Cory would be the phase of disgrace instead. So, the videos taken about the fight would be deleted. "There is a store on campus. It's just a three minutes walk away from here. We can quickly do that before the party begins, can't we?" Harry asked, the evil smile still lurking in his face. Cory didn't say a word. He just stared at Harry. Cor
When Cory saw Anna, his mood lightened. At last, there was someone who really cared about him. He knew that he should worry about talking to Sheiley about walking to the stage together. That was what the organizer of the event had told them in the first place. But he brushed that thought of for now. He believed that Sheiley would know to do the right thing. When the call to walk to the stage is made, the both of them would figure a way out. In fact, it would be an easy task. Cory was knocked out of the wandering thoughts when he saw a figure walking towards him. It was none other than Anna. He had been carried away so much that he didn't know when she shut the door of the car, let alone walk towards him. To the extent that she was only three steps away from him. "Anna. What are you doing here?" He hit the nail on its head. Truth be told, he wasn't really sure if that was the right question to ask her. But there was a need to start a conversation first, then perhaps work a way ar
Stupefied, Cory turned to see who the hell that was. Who the hell it was that stepped in his way in such a way. Even if he wouldn't be able to show his supernatural powers here, at least he would leave a mark on whoever the fuck it was. When he looked, he saw a smiling face staring him dead in the eye. It was none other than this worst nightmare, Harry. Harry stood tall, his cologne quite strong and noisy. He had gone to change his own dress, too. It would seem as though there was a dress competition between him and Sheiley. "What do you think you are doing?" Harry snapped at Cory in a low tone, as if he was trying to keep the ears of the crowd away from it. But that was quite unusual. That was not the kind of person he was. Harry was the type to stand on top of a mountain crying for attention. Seeing him talking in a low voice got Cory a little intrigued, which made the latter forget about what he had sworn to do to the person who had interrupted the moment. "Shouldn't I be as