The Unbreakable Thread Of LOVE

Chapter - 8

"So who is this sweek?" Damian asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

"Who the hell are you calling a sweek?" Simera shot back, hands on her hips, her irritation palpable.

"Who do you think? Of course, you are! Are you blind or what?" Damian sighed, completely ignoring Simera as he turned to Karayami. "Let's go, Karayami. It's time for practice. I need a strong partner who can keep up with my moves."

Simera's eyes narrowed. "The hell are you ignoring me for? You think I'm dying for your attention? Yes, I can guess it's you Karayami talked about, and it's true: you're annoying and a spoiled brat," she said, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Huh? What did you say?" Damian challenged.

"What? Are you deaf now?" Simera smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"You..." Damian began, his irritation building.

"Enough, Damian!" Karayami interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. "It's better for you to go inside. I'll come and talk nicely with my friends. Don't get Simera angry, or your face will be ruined."

"The hell you are talking about?" Damian retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"She's a boxer, so keep your face safe at least," Karayami warned, a playful smile on her lips.

"You think she could even win against me, a pro player?" Damian scoffed, though a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

"Even if you are a pro martial artist, she has enough power to ruin your face, or if she wants, she could win," Karayami countered, her confidence unwavering.

"Huh? Don't make me laugh," Damian said, though deep down, he was starting to consider the possibility. Karayami's faith in Simera was convincing.

Simera glared at Damian. "Okay, Karayami, take care and stay away from that spoiled brat."

"You..." Damian began, frustration evident in his tone.

"Okay, let's go and practice, Damian," Karayami said, leading him away, leaving Simera with a satisfied smile.

Almin stood nearby, watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Oh baby, I don't even exist. I must be hallucinating," he said, smiling despite the pain of being overshadowed by the drama unfolding in front of him. The wind blew, making him shiver slightly, a reminder of his own solitude.

"Poor Almin," he thought, as a dummy student in a school where people overlook him. He sighed, feeling a mix of pride for Karayami and concern for the trouble Damian might stir. But life goes on, doesn't it?

As the laughter and tension faded into the background, Almin couldn't help but wonder what sort of chaos would ensue with the arrival of Damian—and whether his sister could keep her cool in the midst of it all.

The sun streamed through the cafeteria windows, illuminating the breakfast table where Simera, Karayami, and Liminne sat, their chatter lively and animated.

"Can't believe that spoiled brat is also in our school now," Simera said, shaking her head in disbelief. "And he's a year higher than us! How did he even pass 9th grade?"

"Can't say anything on that," Karayami replied, rolling her eyes slightly.

Liminne, with a mischievous grin, chimed in, "Well, at least he's hot." She took a bite of her toast, her eyes sparkling with mischief.