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Chapter 12

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS.

(Chapter 11) To emphasize the importance of the student council/The influence the crown prince has on them.
Includes:
-meeting the president of the SCE* fan club.
-Harsh words said to Hazel (makes her feel bad.)
- Protecting Heather(her dad is the owner of the film agency)/recruiting her. She'll be her support system throughout the competition.
- MMC* sees the bruises and casually points it out. Unlike further chapters where he gets
angry, emphasizing his change in behavior. #falling in love!!!!

Translation:
SCE*: Student Council Elites fan club.
MMC*:Main Male Character.

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"Why isn't she walking up?" Someone asks fanatically poking at my face.

"Why are you asking me? I told you not to use a rod, if she dies I'm not responsible!"

I keep my eyes closed, my limbs sore from the siting position I'm forced in as I continued to listen in on their argument, a bundle of tape tightly securing my hands.

Having just gained consciousness I was for the most part still hazed out, disorientating the wound on my ear still fresh. The events leading up to this point foggy. What had I done to end up like this? Their motive undisclosed I was left with no reasoning behind my kidnapping, who would've thought I would reach this far in life? Then again this whole ordeal could've been one big mistake, but was I willing to risk my safety by asking?

Absolutely not.

It all depleted down to me following the innocent looking girl, in the end it was my kindness that had left me in such a pitiful situation.

How could I have been fooled?

The pain in my left ear intensifying as it makes contact with a lash of cold air. I was seated still, slightly slumped to the side for an estimate of four hours now, concluded from the two girls left to watch me. They kept poking and prodding at me as I tried my best to keep my body lifeless. Thankfully convinced for the time being they continued their undire conversation. I frankly wasn't sure for how long I could keep this up before they caught on.

For the time being I had come up with two conclusions, I was either currently partaking in a school ritual or I had offended someone, most definitely of higher status. Both seemingly unlikely I rake my brain for any other possible explanation. Nothing made sense at this point.

"Classes are over now, there should be here by now?" The chubby girl says, her two ponytails styled in a complex manner, in any other setting it would've earned a compliment from me.

"Why are you asking me?" The other one hisses, her pin straight hair bending at the end, if I do say so their style was commendable.

I swallow my saliva trying to moisten my overly dry mouth, "Shhh, I think she moved!" The pony tailed girl whispers loudly. I feel their bodies hovering over me.

She places her cold fingers on my forehead, "Do you think shes awake?" The black haired one asks.

My body shrills up, trying my best to not appear lively I hear the door pushed open roughly, startling everyone in the room. "Who choose this rundown building?" the familiar voice questions.

Where did I know it from?

"Lilia!" The pony tailed girl beams, "Your here, I'm so sorry but we couldn't find a better place in such a short time limit."

"Are you trying to say I'm at fault here?" The concealed voice prompts a cloak of disgust hidden behind her sweet voice.

"No! Absolutely not! This is all my fault! Next time I'll make sure nothing like this happens again." Pony tailed girl shrills falling into a fit of hysteria.