GRAY AND PINK

GRAY 20

I thought she wanted it but I was wrong. She stood up immediately. "S-see you later, Drake."

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Okay. So here I go, I was fifteen minutes late in my English class. Prof Brig scold me and warned me that if I will be late again, he will ordered suspension for me. 

The reason why I hate school was: five percent annoying people, five percent stupid teachers and ninety percent -- because it is not Hogwarts.

Okay, just kidding.

"By the way class, you will be having a new teacher in History 201," Brig said, introducing our new teacher in front.

This new recruit of the school was very familiar at me.

"Goodmorning. I am Ms. Olivia Westervelt."

Okay, that's why. I remembered, she was Olivia. The mistress of my father decades ago. That time mom and dad almost filed a divorced because of that whore.

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"Franz, who's this Olivia on your phone?," Mom said, throwing the phone.

But my dad doesn't say a word.

"Franz. Talk to me."

I chose to hide in the kitchen where they were quarreling.

"Look, Selena. Olivia was my first love," holding the hands of my mother.

"But why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because I thoughbt she would never come back."

"Are you . . . having a secret affair with this woman?," and she began to fell down on the floor.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," dad said, hugging mom but she tried to push him away.

"I hate you," and dad chose to leave the house.

But after some months, a miracle happened. Dad came back and he was forgiven.

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Ten minutes before the bell, I go out of my room and head towards Olivia's room. I saw her, writing some stuffs at the blackbpard. 

"Oh, hi there."

"Why are you here?," I asked her, direct, looking at her eyes.

She was dumbfounded as she dropped the chalk she was holding.

"D-Drake?," she asked, surprised.

I nod.

"Drake, its not like that."