Chapter 83 Contemplations (1/2)

Beatrice turned to face her parents with a smile. She saw how they stood next to each other at the door, smiling widely as they looked at her - and Sam.

”Beatrice! You're home! Who's your friend?” her mum asked.

Sam took a step forward then, and made a 3/4 bow, introducing himself, ”Hello Mr. and Mrs. Chan. I'm Sam, Beatrice's classmate, and future fellow Student Council member.”

Mrs. Chan looked at Sam, who stood there next to her daughter and she put her hands on her cheeks. He looks like a really nice boy. An adorable young boy that she felt like she wanted to brush his curly hair. He looked so serious. It was so cute!

”Classmate? You mean, from Sage Class?” Mr. Chan asked, his eyebrow raised in surprise.

Sam nodded, affirming it, ”Yes, Mr. Chan.”

”He's my junior,” Beatrice said quickly, ”And he has to go home now. The taxi is still waiting.”

”Yes. Since Beatrice is back safely, I should go now. Nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Chan,” Sam said as he gave them a slight nod and walked back to the taxi.

”What an impressive and nice, young man,” Mrs. Chan said with a smile.

”Yes, Mum. With an emphasis on the young part, please,” Beatrice said as she walked in, ”He hasn't even broken his voice yet!”

”Age is but a number, my dear,” Mrs. Chan replied with a knowing smile while closing the door, ”And time passes by quicker than you think. Boys grow SO much faster in these years.”

Beatrice's eye twitched.

”Mum, seriously? Please,” Beatrice said with dismay, ”Yes, he's nice and all that but he's just too young!”

”For now,” her mum said, relentless.

”Mother!!” Beatrice said with a huff.

Beatrice's mum finally decided to drop it. Whenever Beatrice started calling her using formal language, then it meant that she was truly upset.

”Then how about the other one? Kyle? He's the Student President, right? Is he good looking?”

”There's nothing going on with him either. Yes, his name is Kyle. Yes, he's the future President and yes, he is good looking,” Beatrice answered all of her mother's questions seriously, then before she could stop herself, she added, ”But not as good looking as Sam.”

”AH-HAH!!” her mum shouted gleefully, ”I knew it!”

Beatrice gave up. She quickly ran into her bedroom and shut the door, effectively preventing her mother from asking more embarrassing questions. Sam was nothing but a classmate but she could already tell what her mother was thinking. Or perhaps, hoping.

Did she look that desperate?!

Beatrice knew that it wasn't that her parents were pushing her to get a boyfriend, but it was more that they were excited that anyone would be interested in their plain daughter. Still, it was bad enough.

Beatrice sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't attractive either. She had cut her hair once she entered Sakura Academy, getting rid of those dreaded pigtails of hers. Now, it was a bob cut, its length the same as her chin. It was easy to take care of and maintain - just brush her hair after waking up and done.

Her lips were thin, her eyes were rather small as well and her skin may be free from blemishes, but was rather pale in her opinion. She twirled around and noted that she was quite thin. She remembered with a blush about Kyle commenting on Kay needing a bigger bra, then she looked at her own chest with a sigh.

It was obvious that she didn't need a new bra at all. The size didn't seem to have grown at all since hitting puberty. It didn't really bother her before and she wondered why she was even thinking about it now.

Beatrice measured her height and took note that she didn't grow any taller either. Samuel was only 12 and was already at her height. It meant that he would only grow taller once puberty hits. She sighed, thinking about it and scratched her head.

Why was she even thinking about her appearance now?

Heading to the bathroom to bathe and get ready for bed, Beatrice figured that it must be because she's hanging out with such good looking people. Making a comparison like that is only normal. Before this, she was always alone and by herself, but now she began thinking that perhaps ... she should take more stock of herself.

The Elite Five, for example, weren't showy people nor did they deck themselves in branded clothes. It was simple, normal and casual outfits yet they looked good. Kay didn't wear make-up either, but she still stood out.

Beatrice thought to herself. She honestly didn't know.

After the shower and putting on her pajamas, Beatrice flopped onto her bed. She noticed that her phone was blinking, a sign that there was an unread message. She felt puzzled as she never gets messages or calls.

Picking it up and after unlocking the phone, she noticed that it was an unknown number. She read the message:

<Beatrice! Kay here. We'll meet at Mall T at 9am, okay? You promised we'd go shopping together!>