Chapter 18

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Drinking the can of coffee, Robert lets out a sigh. "Are you sure about this? Meeting them doesn't sound like a good idea." He whispered to Alexander. After Alexander and Bernard's hair makeover, they went to Fred and the two others straightaway. "Why? We have already met one of their members." His words made the three go pale. "One!?" Robert exclaimed. "You didn't know? Ciaran's a member of the Afternoon Fire." Bernard exhaled as he took a can of apple juice from Robert's bag, "By the way, why do you have so much coffee in your bag?" His question woke Robert up to reality, "Oh- right. My sister, Hazel, said 'Just in case'." "As expected. Sia?" "Yeah, wait. How'd you know Sia's nickname?"

Bernard raised a brow, "You forgot? Sia and I used to be classmates back in that burned school." "I forgot.'

As Fred listened to his friends talk, he wonders... "How is Alleya doing?"

{Meanwhile}

[Alleya's POV:]

As I set down my bag, I look around my surroundings. The walls are painted white like snow; on the polished floor, you could see the light's grace. The large room I am in is quite fancy, yes, but the color is just white.

How many days have passed? I couldn't count, time passed so fast as if my dance with him was just a minute ago and now, I'm engaged with someone who has no interest in me. But I do wonder, why he told me to say yes to his very first question after they won.

[3rd Person's POV:]

Alleya chuckled softly as she remembered how determined and confident he was when he said they'll win. He was lovely, he was. She missed his voice very much, hearing his voice was enough to make her fall for him again and again. Maybe one day she'll admit it, admitting that she likes him. If that does happen, it'd be quite awkward if, in the end, he only saw her as nothing but a friend, at least he saw her as something, right? And then again, she can't confess, not yet. She couldn't confess to him at this time, she needed to wait for the right time. He was someone who she wanted to be patient. If he does like her back, will he wait for her?

"No, he must. He must wait for me. I shouldn't rush; I need to wait until the right time comes." She whispers to herself. That's right, sometimes, he just has to wait until the right time comes, there's no need to rush, and fate had already arranged everything. "Please, wait for me."

"She hasn't messaged me..." Fred started to worry; Alleya had always been the one to message first. He moved his fingers as he typed.

"Alleya? How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Woah, you never asked anyone that type of question," Robert said as he looked at the message. "... Is this the result of you being the only son in your family?" "Huh?" "Don't tell me you're gonna start sharing information."

"Oi! We're waiting for ya!" Miguel shouted from a distance. "We're coming!"

The two boys made their way to the room. "This looks so much like our Music Club but larger!" Alexander's eyes sparkled. "So beautiful!"

"Oh, you have arrived." A familiar-looking boy said. "Who- oh. It's you." Alexander's smile faded into a frown. "What? Does my presence bother you?" Ciaran glared at him. "Shorty." "The f-ck you called me?!" A blond-haired young man smacked Ciaran as the blond male then smiled at Alexander and extended his hand for a handshake. "Good morning, ako po si (I'm) Axel V. Decomondez. The leader of Afternoon Fire." "Oh, good morning, Alexander Evan Clause." "I have heard about you, I must say, you seem kind." The two shared a handshake as they then pulled their hand away. Axel's words seemed to make the five members think. "Kind? I don't- augh-!" Alexander elbowed Bernard. "Ahaha~! How nice of you to say!" Alexander smiled charmingly at the leader and the leader shot back a smile. "Ahaha~! You're very welcome~!" The two shared giggles but something behind those giggles somehow made the six young other men shiver. Both of the leader's faces darkened but their smile remained, "How about we talk for a while?" "Oh, I would love that."

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