𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓭 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓴𝔂...🖌‌

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ: ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ?

"I just don't understand where do these brats come from? They're feet just don't fall on the earth." I spat looking at those rich brats.

I felt so agitated by them.

Ugly head. If only Yoandri didn't stop me.

Well Yoandri stopped from making a scene even though I didn't have the courage to fight against a boy. I've always feared them. I talk back but my actions are weak.

I just didn't know why Yoandri stopped me because I expected him to take a stand from me.

I looked at my hand it was swollen red. I didn't care that much.

After sometime, a guy came shouting that Nick, that senior who I had a argument was beaten hard.

I gasped in wonder who might have done it.

'Good very good. Someone took my revenge.' I thought and smirked.

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I was just walking back to my hostel and my phone ringed.

I picked it up and said ,"Hello?"

"Nihao." Yoandri said from the other line.

"Is this new ? Saying hello in different languages."

"Its boring with a 'hi' and 'hello'."

I sighed before continuing:
"Tell me for what you called for?"

"Yeah, put some antiseptic on your wrist."

"Okay. By the way when will you meet up with your brother?"

"Tonight. Wanna join?"

"Oh no no, your brother likes his time with you and he wants some brotherly talk." I laughed and heard him chuckle too.

With that I hang up on the call and stared at the screen and said,"He is just how Mr. Jackson described him, very particular."

That afternoon I finished up some work and also started writing a story because my professor begged me to give one for his teen daughter.

"I can't believe Mr.Ross ordered me literally ordered me to do his daughter's work for school!" I said in annoyance.

I stretched out my hands and yelled, " DONE!"

I got up to make myself some food because Mr.Yoandri Samuels particularly told me to not skip dinner because I could not be sick.

Then suddenly struck me about that senior earlier that day.

"Thinking about that ugly head. He was beaten hard. Who might have done it?" I mumbled to myself as I was shoving the hotdog Lily got me at night in my mouth.

I shrugged it off , maybe because someone who took out his or her anger for me.

"Oh the antiseptic. " I said as I grabbed it from my roomie's room.

"Damn, his keen eyes pierce my soul , he notices everything! Just like that chef I saw in the show the other day with Lily, Marco Pierre White." I laughed as I remembered the scene from the show.

With that I read for sometime and slept not wanting to miss my lectures again.

But my brain was not tired yet and I kept thinking about that senior incident.

"God why am I so bothered ? Sleep Sara !" I said but still my eyes darted open.

"I met Yoandri last today after that happened . By any chance was it him? Nah he's not very fierce. Or maybe he is?, I still remember how he had beaten the boy in middle school because those notorious ones tried playing dirty with me on prom. But on second thoughts he was the one who pulled me away from there." I thought to myself, my mind had a lot if questions