Unknown Identity

Chapter Fourteen

The next day, I began to stay away from him completely. I continued to try to look good and dress well (I don't know why, but it feels natural for me to do so). I wore a spagghetti-strapped layered white chiffoned-top tucked into a high-waisted red jeggings and nude-colored pumps.

"Miss Brooke!" one of the lady staff was surprised when I arrived at the dining area. "You're too early. Sir Elliot has not waken up yet--"

"I'm not going with him today."

"Oh," she looked quite crestfallen. "I'll have your breakfast ready, Miss," she bowed.

"Thank you," I said before taking a seat.

"Miss Brooke," Elliot's butler said, standing beside me with a folder in hand and a pen. "From Sir Elliot."

I opened the folder and read the contract it contained:

Ms. Brooke Pearson,

You are to receive a monthly insurance of $50, 000  for clothing, school and miscellaneous expenses until you have fully recovered from the accident. Expenses related to the accident are exclusive and are financially supported by Mr. Elliot Stradlin.

Regards.

Atty. Jude Mason

"Sir Elliot would also like to let you know that you are not supposed to repeat clothes in Stonebridge Heights University."

"And why should I listen to him?!" I shouted at the butler even if he has graying hair and is obviously should be respected. "Just in case you don't know, I've told him to take his responsibility off me!"

"Uh," he looked nervous, but not too nervous to be intimidated by me. "It's an unspoken school rule, Miss. It's to avoid being discriminated since everyone there is...you know."

Yes, I know. Rich.

"Fine."

But somehow, deep inside me, I didn't feel like repeating any of my clothing at any day. I also have this subconscious intention to use the money for clothes and new makeup.

I signed my name at the dotted line at the bottom, across Elliot's signature. I closed the folder, clipped the pen at the top of the folder's cover, and returned it to Elliot's butler.

After breakfast, I took a cab to school. Bus Comm (Business Communication) was our first course on a Tuesday morning at 9AM.

Elliot came in late. Professor Heimer stopped in his lecture and waited for him to sit down. Everyone's eyes was on him. He seemed to be looking for someone in the room.

Then, his eyes settled on me. My heart was beating fast as he made his way to me. I'm afraid that he might shout at me again or say something to humiliate me. He stopped on my row. When he said nothing for 4 seconds, I looked away. After 2 more seconds, he proceeded to an empty seat at the back of the room.

The bell chimed after an hour and a half later. I made sure I get out of the room and get to the next class before he does.

I didn't see him until lunch time, while I was sitting alone at a cafeteria table for two.

"May I?" Elliot's blonde friend said (open black polo revealing a fitted v-neck shirt + cream-colored pants + maroon Janoskis).

I looked up. It wasn't Elliot. I was surprised to feel disappointed. I ignored my own thoughts.

He took his seat before I could say anything.

Another Pigheaded Baboon.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you yesterday,"  he said.