203 Their Real Beginning (1/2)

A week swiftly passed by.

School resumed. The incident in the haunted house was forgotten.

Wendy did receive some scoldings from his brother who learned of the matter through an officer who phoned every guardian of those who participated in the game of courage. But after that, nothing more happened. At least nothing as eventful as saving someone who turned out to be a mafia man and getting saved by that person in return.

It was a fine day. Sunny. Warm. Scratch that. Frighteningly hot. The newscaster on the police station's TV had just finished warning people to stay indoors and blast themselves with air from their electric fans or air conditioner.

'Almost 42 degrees? Wow. Quite the damnable weather.'

Wendy yawned from her seat. She was already bored to death manning the reception desk of the police station. For one, she highly regretted why she volunteered for this place when their immersion training began.

'I should have just gone to any company or store. Maybe that won't be as boring as counting lizards on the ceiling and ants in the corner.'

'It's just my first day yet the boredom is already killing me!!!'

”Wendy, the Chief told me you're now good to go.”

Dead fish eyes met that female officer's announcement. Wendy had long packed her bag so when she heard the lady officer's words, she picked up the blue shoulder bag dangling from the side, thanked the other, and then bolted out of the place.

The recently turned nineteen-year-old girl was seriously considering whether to change place to intern herself into. No one warned her that even if she was to become a staff there she wouldn't be given any chance to be on the field.

Receptionist? The heck? When did she have the patience to sit all day and record complaints from people?

She'd rather go become a mascot at malls! At least she would be able to run around chasing and scaring kids!

'Toss the stupid thoughts aside. Go home and rest.' She told herself after a pout.

Minutes later...

She played with the end curls of her hair as she looked at the ever-changing sceneries outside. She was currently in a train, seated right beside the glass window.

When it stopped at the third station, she got off then joined the crowd of people going up. She then left that subway station and headed left, another turn and there she saw her new place about ten meters on the left.

It was around 5:20 when Wendy arrived at her new apartment. Most girls at her grade left the dorm since the places where they would be interning was most of the time far from the dorm or school. Well, Wendy's was actually not really that far, but since everyone else moved out, she also followed. After all, it would be better to get used to being alone since she would still have to stay in this country for two more years by herself...

'Hmm?'

She was removing her shoes to put on her sky-blue slippers when she noticed something odd on her front porch. A pair of shoes. For men.

'Damn!'

'A polite thief or a trespasser? On my third day of moving in?'

When she rushed inside with her trusty umbrella, it didn't take long for her to stand there in the living room at lost as she watched the man in front of her TV turned his face slowly towards her direction.

”You've got a nice and safer place.” The trespasser said after coming back to his senses. With a smile he stood up, his damnably handsome face looking so like it was picking a fight with her.

She gulped.

”Nice to see you again, Miss Gomez. Did you miss me?”

...

Wendy didn't know what happened after. She just learned that Ver Drilon, the annoying Pretty Boy returned. And he somehow became her neighbor, saying he still had a conscience and knowing that his savior was now in the hunted list of that mysterious organization he was opposing, he decided to guard her, free of charge, until the threats to her life were eliminated.

When she first heard of the explanation he said, Wendy only took a few seconds to get the real situation.

”You fell for me?”

”What?!”

The suspicious trespasser who also even got himself potato chips as he watched the TV news coughed out what he had just put inside his mouth. He stared blankly at Wendy after. ”Did you hit your head or something?”

But the girl didn't reply as she was busy dialing the police.

Ver watched her with extreme boredom. A host with full points like him wouldn't fear getting reported anywhere.

”Stop that, Miss. There is no way you'll get through them.”

Wendy gritted her teeth when minuted passed yet the call still couldn't connect. When she heard what the man said, she dumbfoundedly asked, ”You installed a signal jammer at my place?”