C H A P T E R E I G H T -
V I N C E N T
"Star, could you please bring these hand-outs to Mr. Theodore?" Ms. Elliot glanced at me, referring to Vincent with her decision firm to the ground. It wasn't a question, it was an order.
"B-but I don't know where h-he liv--"
"Thank you," Ms. Elliot ignored my excuse and handed me the heavy handouts from the different subjects. Ms. Elliot was our adviser; she may be young but she's responsible thus she handles everything with ease.
I sighed, then went out with the rest of the day, wondering how will I find his house.
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I let out a yawn. We were at the auditorium practicing for the drama that I don't even care about. I absolutely had nothing to do but stare thus watch Janice and Marco read their script.
I couldn't even bother to understand what's happening since I'm still having trouble finding a way to where Vincent lives. I mean, why is this responsibility passed onto me?
Whenever we do sleepovers and it's Vincent's turn, he doesn't invite us to his house--instead he lets us stay on their small cottage--which is ridiculously not small. It's very evident that Vincent's family is wealthy, yet there is a question that bugs me; why doesn't he let us into his house?
Are there lewd posters or magazines on his room? Is his room painted pink or he's embarrass because of something? The thought of one of those probabilities made me giggle like an idiot in the middle of their practice.
"I simply don't understand how ruthless you are!" Janice's voice errupted with emotions and loudness, as expected from her.
"Well this is a project--if you don't want to socialize then we do this professionally."
"Whatever," Marco responded like the usual tone he always sound everyday.
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I went back to Ms. Elliot and asked for Vincent's house. She scribbled the address from a torn paper and handed it to me . I grinned; the possibility of him being startled since I randomly decided to appear in his house, would be amazing!
I'm like Dora! I chuckled.
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"He's really rich," I mumbled under my breath as I took a peek at the marvelous and humongous house of his.
The gates were so high and prickly; there were countless of guards standing in front of the gate and the inside as well.
I swallowed the lump from my throat. This is it!
"H-hello," I squeaked, feeling so intimidated by the muscular build of the bodyguards.
"I'm here for Vincent Larson. I-I'm his classmate S-Star Butterfly," I stammered. "I,uh, have, uh, to h-hand him these handouts since he's been absent for three days."
"Let her in," a bodyguard spoke with such deep and masculine tone.
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"Why were you absent anyway?" I questioned after he kept asking me how I knew where he lives. I took a seat at the expensive pastry white couch.
The interiors of his house is very elegant and with class. His mother must've love decorating their house with expensive antiques and gold furnitures.
"I got a cold," he briefly explained.
"Why don't you let us sleep over in your house anyway?" I inquired, seeing as he didn't have any reasons not to, I mean this house is amazing.
"I don't want you all to think I'm extremely rich or something. I'm quite embarrased by it actually," he scratched the back of his head.
"Since I'm already here why don't we play truth or dare?" I grinned.
"Sure".
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