Fearless

JEFFERSON

Ford's features were relaxed in seconds.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

Thomas smiled.
"I'm talking about Miss Kent here trying to smash some clawn's head with a baseball bat and you stepping in like a fool, Mr. Ford."

Kent looked like she would gladly replay the smashing part when she glared at Ford.

Ford's stare hardened. "Then why don't you ask her, since she was the one who tried to kill the clawn we invited for tonight's party." He pointed at Kent, who frowned a little.

Thomas looked at Kent expectantly. She looked at him, looking slightly defeated.
"I've fear of clawns. He took me by surprise when he asked for some baloons and I... I was just scared. I didn't want to hurt him."

Thomas frowned. This is getting interesting. He will have a chat with Dan soon and share his little idea.
"So, how is the clawn?"

Kent had the decency to look ashamed. "He is alright sir. I apologized to him. He will be performing tonight. I am so sorry for behaving like that."
Thomas nodded. Goody two shoes. He hated those kind of nerd girls.
"Ok then. Off you go. And Miss Kent, if I come across one more incident like this, I'll inform the counselor."

He didn't miss the grimace on her face when she mumbled an okay.

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The charity party has begun. Thomas was sulking at the corner, cursing the very moment he crossed paths with Daniel Reez.

He would love to be at home working on his new project, rather than watching over some manipulative lapdog.

He watched the way Kyle Anderson observed some person before appraoching them, and how easily got along with them.

A cold shiver ran down his spine. What if Anderson has observed enough of him and Dan?
For the first time, he doubted his decision of helping Daniel with his sick experiments.

That's when Amanda Kyle had tripped over her heals and landed on four in front of the whole college.