The Juice is Worth the Squeezed

Chapter 2-F4

Methel POV

"Phillip Prymor?" asked Kristine, surprised after my first day at the Marshall School of South East, "you're joking right?"

"I'm not!" I replied like a kid because she seems to believe that I'm making it up.

Kristine and I are both working in a coffee shop every night except Sunday, it's owned by Mr. Potskie, a man on his early 40's. The coffee shop is located at the outskirts of the City Square of Margina, nicknamed the city of the famous people.

"You don't know Phillip do you?" she asked all of a sudden and rather looking suspicious.

"Of course I know him," I replied defensively, "he's a senior in my school, he owns an expensive Lamborghini car, umm..."

I paused for a second thinking what else I know about Phillip Prymor.

"That's all you know about him?" asked Kristine, teasing me with her cute smirk while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Wait," I said to her as I try to remember if I have any more information about him.

Seconds passed and I realized I'm fighting a losing battle and my skinny best friend once again won the argument.

"Ok, I give up, give me the all the details you know," I told her.

Kristine smiled like a child, the one I always see on her face when something that really interest her is about to unfold.

"Phillip Prymor is one of the four members of Flower 4," she begins with now-you-know look on her face but then before she even opened her mouth to continue on our topic, I already interrupted her.

"Flower 4? What the hell is that? It sounds so gay."

She gave me a sharp look, gosh, will she eat me or something?

"You don't know them? The Flower 4?"

I shook my head. "You never told me," I replied.

"Ah yeah, I remember, I never told you anything about them," she replied nodding to herself.

"Tell me everything you know about them!" I whined like a child because I wanted to be informed everything about Phillip Prymor and the so called F4.

"Now, Flower 4 or commonly known as F4, and I'm telling you now, it never sounded gay to me," she said with a stern look on her face.

"Ok, ok." I agreed wanting her to continue as quickly as possible.

"The F4 consist of four male students studying at the Marshall (this is what Kristine calls my new school), the first is Tristan Jake Augustus."

"Wait," I interrupted her again, "Augustus?" I asked because that last name is quite popular in my country.

"Yeah, he's the only son of Remil Augustus, the head of the Military Department of our country," she replied with her now-you-know-look.

"Oh my God," I muttered to myself putting my hands in my mouth involuntarily, disbelieving that the guy with that bad boy look is the only son of the second most powerful person in our country next to the president.

"Can I continue now?" asked Kristine rolling her eyes.

"Oh yeah, go on," I told her.

"Now, Tristan's father is not only the famous people in their family, because her mother, Jane Augustus is the owner of the Marian Clothing & Shoe line and Augustus Publishing House."

I now know why that Tristan guy manage to afford his car, besides that his father holds the highest position next to the president, they are also the owner of the top clothing and shoe line in the country as well as one of the top publishing house in the world.