Love Of My Life

Chapter 2

 The scene at Fransisco's house was tense, with Brandon, Juan, and Fredrick securing Francisco after he had been rendered unconscious by Moon's powerful kick. As they tied him up, a mixture of disbelief and amusement danced across their faces.

"That girl Moon is something," Juan remarked, shaking his head in astonishment at the unexpected turn of events.

Fredrick, ever pragmatic, chimed in, "He deserved the beating," his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Brandon seized the opportunity to document the moment, pulling out his phone to record Fransisco's disheveled state. With a mischievous grin, he motioned for Juan and Fredrick to join him in a selfie, capturing the scene with Fransisco bound and helpless in the background.

As Fransisco began to stir, confusion clouding his features, the others couldn't help but laugh at his predicament. With a shared glance, they silently agreed to leave him to his own devices, the satisfaction of their revenge lingering in the air.

Moon searched for Juan, intending to return the handkerchief he had kindly lent her. Unable to find him on the rooftop, she ventured to the music room, where she stumbled upon a scene that left her in awe. There, amidst the tranquil ambiance of the room, Juan was immersed in playing the violin, his skill and passion evident in every note.

As Moon watched, captivated by the beauty of the music and the intensity of Juan's performance, he paused, his gaze meeting hers. Caught off guard by his sudden attention, she offered to return the handkerchief, only to be met with a surprising response.

"I don't take back what I give," Juan stated firmly, his words carrying a hint of finality.

Taken aback by his response, Moon hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Sensing her uncertainty, Juan spoke again, his tone softer this time.

"Well, will I see you on the rooftop again?" Moon inquired tentatively, hoping to salvage the moment.
But Juan's reply was unexpected, his expression unreadable as he uttered, "Then I won't go there again," before swiftly departing, leaving Moon to ponder his cryptic words.

As Moon prepared to leave school, her mind still swirling with thoughts of her encounter with Juan and the events of the day, she was abruptly halted by two imposing figures. It was Fransisco's bodyguards, their presence looming large as they blocked her path.

Confusion and apprehension gripped Moon as she eyed the two men warily, uncertain of their intentions. When they informed her that Fransisco wanted to give her a new phone, she felt a surge of disbelief wash over her. After their previous encounters, she hadn't expected any form of kindness from him.

As Moon stepped out of the car, she was immediately engulfed by a whirlwind of activity. Before she could even process what was happening, a team of stylists descended upon her, fussing over her hair and makeup with practiced precision.

Confusion clouded Moon's mind as she found herself being pampered from head to toe, her initial discomfort giving way to a sense of bewilderment. Who had arranged all of this? And why?

Amidst the flurry of activity, a man approached her, his demeanor authoritative yet strangely familiar. He instructed her to wait patiently until Fransisco arrived, his words sending a shiver down Moon's spine. As she sat there, enveloped in the luxurious surroundings, Moon couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides.

Francisco's sudden presence startled Moon, drawing her attention away from the flurry of activity surrounding her. As he coughed to announce his arrival, she turned to face him, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Where is my phone?" Moon demanded, her voice tinged with urgency and a hint of defiance.

Fransisco's sudden interrogation caught Moon off guard, her eyes widening in surprise at his probing question. As he settled into his seat, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her uneasy.