Chapter 8 (2/2)

But Jeremy kept going with his motivational talk. Yeah, he understood - this girl may be in the denial state. It's his job as an artistic person to understand complicated things like this, to make people like Lina wake up.

”I know that you're of the weird species. Not many would want you. So you feel like you'd have a chance with another weird guy, right? But you should know that we're not of the same league. I'm the eccentric weird while you're the loner weird. Those are totally different.”

”The h.e.l.l you're talking about?!”

”You want to stay in the same room as mine, or me staying in the same room as you… right?”

Lina was dumbfounded.

Jeremy let out a heavy sigh. It's not easy being rejected. As an artist, Jeremy understood that very well. ”I know. Our school is not the conservative type. You can do things like 'that'. Making you really want to try it. But…”

”Hoi!! Could you stop talking for a while?!”

Jeremy was silent. His mood could easily change once people start snapping at him like this.

Lina snorted. ”Listen. I have no intention whatsoever of staying with you, understand? Don't think stupid things like that.”

Jeremy became angrier, but he held it in, asking, ”Then?”

This time, it was Lina's turn to be silent. ”Okay. I'm going to ask you something weird.”

”If it's from you, of course, it's a weird one,” Jeremy said and continued walking, showing that he wasn't in the mood to bother with Lina.

”In your room… have you been disturbed?”

Jeremy stopped.

It looked like he had to be diligent in attending to Lina.

Khalil arrived at CGTSS that evening with a nervous feeling. People said something like that would only happen to people who were in love. Khalil smiled, shaking his head.

He thought that he would no longer set foot here. Many things had changed, but the feeling was still the same. An exclusive school, not one bit conservative. A school that became an object of jealousy by students of other schools.

Even after the tragedy 10 years ago, this school was still attended by students coming from influential families. The powerful alums would not allow the school to be buried just like that.

No matter how gruesome the tragedy was.

Khalil sighed. He grabbed a Police shades from the left s.h.i.+rt pocket. This place is hot as usual. Filled with humans' sins.

With that, Khalil went to the counsellor's office.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

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