Alison Harold

Chapter 22

"Are you sure you're okay?" Flynn asked again for the seventh time.

Alison nodded.

In a cozy corner of the coffee shop, Alison and Flynn sat across from each other in a booth sofa. They were done running errands for Mrs. Cook and now sat waiting in the location Alison was meant to meet up with Mrs. Stewart in about fifteen minutes time.

Flynn observed her quietly from across the table and she did her best to ignore him.

The atmosphere around them was alive with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversations from other customers. The gentle lighting cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a serene and somewhat intimate atmosphere. It almost felt like they were on a date, but that wise voice in her head reminded her that she was there for an important reason that had absolutely nothing to do with Flynn. She was still gravely curious about Mrs. Stewart's sudden secret meeting. Since it was secret, it meant her parents were unaware and this meant...

The meeting has something to do with my parents.

The thought scared her because she really could not predict her parents' actions at all.

Flynn heaved a deep sigh. He placed his elbows on the table and leaned closer, his blond tousled hair falling effortlessly over his forehead.

"Why aren't you drinking it?" He asked and gestured at the tea the waiter had placed in front of her earlier.

"I'm fine," she told him.

"Yeah, says the person that almost fainted moments ago."

She shot him a look but refused to give him any response. He leaned back in his seat in defeat and a brief silence fell over the table.

A sudden thought occurred to her and she opened her mouth to speak. "What was your first impression of me?"

Flynn stared at her blankly. "All of a sudden?"

"I'm just curious."

He took a moment to reply. "To be frank, I didn't notice you for a while until the day you were nominated for the class president position."

"But you weren't in class that day."

"True," he shrugged. "Brad gave me the gist and I was just shocked a new face was bold enough to want that ridiculous title."

"Why's it ridiculous?" She asked quizzically.

"Because what's the point in running errands and trying to control a bunch of losers that don't like you and won't listen to you?"

"That's not all there is to it."

"It's not?" He quirked an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."

"You get to be at an advantage. Especially with the teachers," she explained. "You get to be aware of some informations others might receive late. For example, impromptu tests, plus, your opinion will be valued more than others'"

Flynn burst out laughing. "You're that desperate?"

"I'm not!"

"I haven't been class president once and still I'm close with all the teachers and I ace my grades like a piece of cake."

Alison stopped herself from asking him to reveal his secret. She didn't want him to view her as another easy competitor. Her pride was on the line here.

"Well, you won't have it easy for you this time around," she told him with a serious tone.

Flynn didn't seem threatened at all. "Cute," he murmured.