While Abby was preparing tea in the kitchen.
On the dining table, sitting across from her, Draven whispered "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Duh!' Becky said, showing her stan
"Do you really want to stay?”
She said "How many times do I have to tell you? I want to know everything about you, besides we still five more days of "
She giggled, and spelled out a hidden message. "F.u.n"
Comprehending her special meaning, he grinned. "You're the worst"
She smugly rested a smile on a knuckle "Hehe, I think you mean the best"
Abby entered with a tray of tea and snacks. "Sorry, for keeping you two waiting" with an awkward chuckle, she said "My sponge cake needed a bit more time"
Abby cut a piece and plated them with whip cream.
Taking a bite, Becky commented "It’s good you kept in for a few minutes more, otherwise it wouldn't have turn out to be so lovely"
Abby flicked her hand down at her compli
In a middle of a class,By a laser, the teacher pointed, reading a text displayed on the screen. Draven yawned waking up from a pleasant dream.The teacher said "Now class, tell me what does this verse mean?"Students raised their hands, he said "You there" pointing to Draven’s direction, stiffly he tilted his back. ‘I hope, it isn’t me!’"Yes, Sir" a boy stood up and shifted his spikey hair to the side, bringing the webs of tattoos on his face, one of the most eye-catching markings of a cult member.“Sir, it expresses the strength of city build on Mount Samaria”Draven slouched his back against the bench.“Excellent, you may sit down”The students turned to the knocking, he entered; the bronze badge of a demi-lion on his black blazer caught his eyes. Draven blurted “Adrian”Being in the presence of the campus prince, the girls sh
Sneakers squeaked against the polished floor while a sparse crowd focused on the blindfolded students duelling at the side. His gaze landed on the row of students jogging around the hall.While running, Osborne took a glimpse of Draven and stopped in his tracks. Sharing a surprised expression; slowly their eyes darkened.Osborne shouted "What are you looking at wimp? Aren't you supposed to be home with your mommy?”“Oh wait, your mommy abandoned you Haha" he snickered.Catching the other's attention, few jeered along, while the rest silently looked at him in contempt. 'How can a weakling like him be here?'Nerves popped on his forehead, Draven smiled "Me a wimp?" and suddenly laughed, baffling the onlookers.Draven sneered "I can't believe you have forgotten our last encounter? You and your buddies limped around the school like dumb cripples Haha"The others whispered among themselves and one
As life flashed past their eyes. In a second, two portals appeared below their feet and wrapped their bodies and vanished. The blinding light dimmed to the spectators' view; they gasped "Are they dead?""Oh, No Osborne is dead!"The ring morphed back to normal, a fiery disc clashed against the impervious glass.A huge portal appeared on the ceiling of the clinic and they fell onto the beds. "What is happening?" Osborne shouted.Draven blurted "Where the heck am I?" and straightened his back off the bed and calmed; realizing where he was.Osborne turned to the bed, adjourned to his and screamed "Aahh I thought I killed you… oh well almost" he clicked his tongue, noticing his injuries.As the adrenaline faded; Draven groaned, his eyes winched, clutching his arm.Having far fewer wounds than him, Osborne heaved in relief. 'This shall count as my win'Meanwhile, a portal materialized before their bed; several pairs of feet s
“Thank you, sir” “Yes sir, have a good day” Sharing a thought, they hooked arms and swaggered down the corridor. Almost like best buddies. The professor pressed a knuckle over his lips, he sighed and trailed behind them. Walking far enough, his façade faded. Osborne quibbled “Never in my life, have I taught of… doing something like this with a wimp!” Draven snapped back “Same here, sissy girl… you smell like shit!” pinching his shoulder. “OWWH” “That’s my cologne, dipshit” Osborne stamped his foot, putting the end of their act. Draven ruffled his sleeves “Why you, fag…” He dodged a hook to his rib. Osborne knee-kicked his gut. Sensing another person in his radar, Draven stepped back and whispered “Someone is coming!” “What?” Osborne gritted his teeth, said “You better be right or I will screw your f*** ass” “Yeah, sure” Draven smirked, pushing his buttons “But first, play along” he cranked his neck
After a brief battle royale match, the winning team took most of the seats and the losing team, team A became an extra. Draven felt it was strange for a team with strong players to stay as subs, he said "But sir why?"Coach turned to Draven, said "Oh, them… the reason they are subbed is because in the tournament, team coordination is just as important and the team's overall strength""Team Aare well rounded but without Hubert taking hold of the line of command, a sudden opening of the leadership can cause a rift in their teamwork"."But you don't need to worry about them, they can always gain back their positions if they work hard" Coach said, flipping his cap.Draven said "I see, sir"Coach stepped forward and clapped his hands, b
The elevator parted, and with long strides he walked to the flat and punched the doorbell. In midst of the ringing bell, he sighed and leaned his head on the door. He fell in to the opening door, stretching his hands out, he gripped the frame and supported himself. “Hello Drakey, how was school?” Abby approached with a kind smile, rubbing her wet hands against her pants. He grunted and walked past her, tossed his bag to the rack. Brisked to the kitchen, he pulled a carton of milk from the refrigerator and gulped it down his throat and slammed the crushed carton on the counter. He took another carton and stamped to the living room "Dear, what happened?" Draven slumped on the couch and took one sip and rested the milk on the armrest, and clapped his hand; the 4D television turned on. Her forehead scrunched in wrinkles, she asked "Was practice that bad?" "Hmm" Draven swiped his hand across the air, toggling to the sports chan
In the sleepy dawn, she sneaked into his room, and slipped under the blanket, he wakes up, "who.. oh Becky" he relaxed his muscles and pulled her to his chest. He whispered "Why are you here?" "Shh, let me enjoy the moment" Becky said, letting his hands coil around her waist and slowly his fingers crept underneath her pink crop top. "Babe not now" He paused his hand on her chest and gasped “You aren't wearing anything underneath" Becky responded "It feels so suffocating sometimes" wiggling them closer to him. "And your aunt is in the next room" she turned her body to his sight. He stared into her moonshined eyes and his hands retreated out, tracing against her soft skin. She breathed "Thanks" and clinged closer to his shirtless chest, as her hands examined the contours and the edges of his firm muscles, immersing themselves in their shared warmth. Few minutes later, she blinked her eyes open and kissed his lips. She mouthed "Good
Her feet resounded within the room, as they got closer to his ears. He raised his head from his pit, ashamed. Veins throbbed on his tightened fists. 'This isn't the way things are supposed to be! I should be the stronger one' He thought, gazing into her slate-greys, void of contempt but showed a trace of encouragement. She stretched a hand before him. He took her hand. She pulled him to his feet. "If you want to quit, then I understand?" “Quit?” Draven stepped back, shouted "Who are you kidding? I won't quit until I spank your ass red" "Draven!!" she punched his shoulder and laughed, concealing the burning heat in her chest. "How can you say that with a straight face?" Focused expression, Draven picked up the sword "Because I know it will happen!" "Oh, we will see?" Becky smiled and took a relaxed pose, lowering the tip of the sword to the floor. "Ready?" Draven replied "Whenever you are babe?" drawing his sword above his chest.