A TASTE OF CANDY POISON

CHAP 30🌸

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THIRD PERSON'S POV:

Gil sat slouched on his couch, his laptop perched on the table, the glow of the screen illuminating his exhausted face.

The history essays he had been working on felt like an endless battle, words blurring together, sentences making less and less sense,at least for him.He groaned, rubbing his temples before leaning back against the couch.

Outside, the world had already embraced the quiet of the night, but he was still here, stuck, unfinished. Frustration bubbled inside him, and he pouted before slamming his face onto his keyboard with a muffled grunt.

"Fuck this assignment"

Then, a warmth touched his shoulder.

Blinking, he turned to the side and found his little sister, Arianne, standing there, her tiny hands clutching a glass of hot milk. A bright, innocent smile stretched across her face as she extended the glass toward him.

“Here, big bro! Mama said you need to rest,” she chirped happily.

Gil sighed, his irritation melting just a little as he took the glass from her small hands. "Thanks, Arianne," he muttered, taking a sip. The warmth of the milk spread through him, easing some of the tension in his body.

Arianne giggled before stepping closer, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek. “Good night, big bro!” she said cheerfully before dashing off toward their mother, her little feet pattering against the floor.

From the hallway, his mother, Mrs. Esmeralda, called out to him, her voice gentle yet firm. “Gil, don’t overdo it. You need sleep too.”

Gil merely nodded, giving a half-hearted wave toward Arianne as she disappeared behind their mother. The house grew quiet again, leaving him alone with the hum of his laptop.

He turned back to his screen, sighing deeply before taking another sip of milk. Just as he set the glass down the table, the dim light of his phone screen flickered beside his laptop, signaling an incoming message. The name on the screen was blurred in his tired vision, but he didn’t bother to check.

Instead, he ignored it.

At this point, sleep seemed like a distant luxury, and history. For him, history was an unforgiving enemy.

Though,he find it hard to completely ignore the way his phone screen beamed relentlessly, notifications stacking one after fucking another. Gil groaned in frustration, rubbing his eyes. He was already on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, but the constant buzzing wouldn’t let him. With a sigh, he lazily grabbed his phone.

Opening the screen, he squinted at the source of the chaos. Council Members GC.

'Seriously?At this hour?'

Gil’s initial instinct was to ignore it—whatever it was, it could wait until morning. But as his thumb lazily scrolled through the messages, a particular topic caught his eye, yanking away the last traces of drowsiness.

{Council Members GC}

Daisy: "GUYS WTF CHECK THIS OUT???" [1 Image Sent]

Gerald: "Wait, what’s this?"

Kimberly: "Is that...Kylle Winston???"

Sherwin: "Bro, no way."

Daisy: "YES WAY. LOOK AT THE CAPTION"