Chapter 80 The Results (1/2)

Beatrice sat at the desk, looking at the 10 pieces of paper in front of her.

10 candidates.

Average of 15 minutes per candidate - taking into account Kyle's stupid 'fresh out of the shower' scene - and it all boiled down to 3 people.

Actually, that wasn't accurate. The post of Treasurer was quite straight forward and not an issue. The candidate, Rick, just happened to be the one lone person that had passed the first stringent filter of Kyle's.

It was down to the two candidates for the Secretary's position: Irene and Daniel.

Both had their strong and weak points. Beatrice preferred Irene while Sam leaned more towards Daniel.

”So, Kyle? I guess it's up to you to make the final choice,” Beatrice said, handing him both candidate's CV and their comments about them. ”Who will it be?”

Kyle looked at the papers then took out a coin. He flipped it high in the air, caught it and slammed it on the desk.

”Irene!”

Beatrice's eye twitched.

”Can you please be serious for a while? This is not a joke!” she said through gritted teeth.

”What?” Kyle asked with a smile, leaning back on the chair, ”Do you not trust your own judgment then?”

Beatrice opened her mouth then closed it again. Kyle did choose the one that she had recommended and if she said it wasn't a good choice, wouldn't that mean she was denouncing her own analysis of Irene?

”That's not the point,” Beatrice said, ”I have faith in my judgment but you seem to take it lightly.”

”On the contrary, my dear Vice-President,” Kyle said, as he looked at her straight in the eye, all playfulness gone.

”I take it very seriously. I had already placed the decision in your hands whichever one it is, would definitely be a good fit for the Student Council. I respect both of your judgment on this matter and I did not want my own personal prejudice or biasness to affect it. After all, I was not the one who was there interviewing them. So why should I make the deciding choice? Why not leave it to Fate? Or God, if you please.”

Beatrice thought about it and felt Kyle had a point but had to ask, ”If you trusted us so much, why the bathroom scene then?”

Kyle's right lip curled up in a half grin, ”Cuz it was fun.”

Beatrice stared at him, her eye twitching. She has a new smile named. The Stupid Smile. Irritating Smile? No, Stupid Smirk. That's it.

Kyle wriggled his eyebrows at her then laughed, ”Well, it WAS fun. For me, at least.”

Kyle grinned at the memory of the reaction of all three girls when he did so. He had always been the rather studious and serious boring type as Kylie so this really was something he found quite entertaining. Now, you might think that an old-soul would find such childish behaviour to be beneath them, but that's not necessarily the case.

Kyle found that the chains that used to bind him before became undone and there were times that he just wanted to let loose. Hence, his rather playful and childish behaviour whenever he's with the Elite Five - or like, right now. He had been the first child, the eldest girl and had to be the one who 'set the example' and 'take care of everyone'.

He had never had the chance to ... be himself. Do what he wanted, like what he wanted. Even now, he had planned his entire life just to ensure that his kids would be safe and worked hard towards it. Yet, he also knew that if he was so serious and merely focused on that aspect, he would go crazy.

This personality of his was a result of that. He allowed himself to be playful, weird, stupid or whatever you wanted to call it - so long as he weighed all the pros and cons about it. None of his actions would create problems in the long run and so, he thoroughly enjoyed himself.

Of course, every action of his had a reason.

”Fine, fine,” Kyle said, raising his hands, ”The fact is, I wanted to test them. That was the fastest and easiest way to determine whether or not THIS,” he said as he gestured towards himself with a smirk, ”would make them become tweeting birds or could they rise to the occasion?”

Then he leaned forward, wiggling his eyebrows, ”Because, let's face it. I'm only going to get hotter.”

Sam snorted, ”And more humble, it seems.”

Kyle laughed and placed his arm around Sam's shoulders then ruffled his hair. Sam's expression didn't change and he merely took out his comb from his pocket and got his hair back into place.

Beatrice ignored them and looked at the time.

”It's 6 pm now,” she said and looked out the window. It wasn't dark yet and she would have time to go back home by bus before it did get dark.