Caesar's Rose

Chapter 100

"Why aren't you two answering?" CJ asked as my heart pounded faster.

"Who has feelings for who?" He asked again.

My instincts pushed me again.

"My boyfriend. I have feelings for my new boyfriend," I said.

He nodded. "That would be me, right?" He asked, making me share a look with Joey.

"As you should," he said.

I looked at him and let out a scoff "No. Not you. My new boyfriend."

He scoffed. "You don't have a boyfriend, Rose. The last one was criminal."

I scowled at him.

"A criminal who almost killed me, but you saved my life." He said, making me recall that cabin.

"Just because I saved your life doesn't mean I should accept you as my boyfriend."

"That's not the reason why I want to be your boyfriend, baby..."

"Stop calling me baby, you jerk." I snarled.

"I am sorry for all I have done." He said, looking at me.

I scoffed. "You are going to do better than that, SIR."

"Fine." He shrugged, getting on his feet and climbed the seat.

Wha...what is he doing?

"Attention Everyone!" He yelled, claiming everyone's attention.

Oh God.

"I have been a jerk to Rose and I want everyone to know that I regret all I did, and I am very sorry because.....!" He paused, looking at me.

My heart raced.

"Because I am in love with her," he said, making me freeze.

I heard gasps, mutterings, and murmurings from everyone.

I dropped my gaze, craving to get swallowed by the floor right now.

"I am in love with her, Everyone! There, I said it." CJ said.

Joey leaned closer to me. "I ask again, are you sure you didn't hit him in the head?"

"I think I did." I said, looking at my meal as my legs weakened.

"I love you, Rose," CJ said.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my bags, got on my feet and ran along the pathway. I sensed people recording and taking pictures.

"Rose," I heard him calling me.

I increased my steps, heading for the entrance door.

This is sick.

CJ is sick.

Something is wrong with him.

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NIGHT HOURS....

"Minus two plus three is equal to....." I wrote down the answer in my rough book. I am seated on my bed, trying to redo all that was taught in class today.

"Plus plus is plus. Minus minus is plus. Correct. Minus plus is minus, don't forget. Now what is the square root of five and the square root of twenty-five?" I wrote down as I spoke.

"The square root of five is......"

"I love you, Rose,"

Ugh!

Focus, stupid!

I hit my temples with my palm twice, letting out a frustrated sigh.

This is absurd.