Throughout this course of the event, Lucas takes note of the appearance of such teenagers. With this kind of man, he despises the terrible occurrence he might have if ever he encountered them.
Especially the lad controlling the two-wheeler. A carefree beam etched on his face through the loud hollering of no's and stop's, his boisterous, enthusiastic chortle showing a set of a perfect row of teeth.
That whelp filled with energy to the brim, frame built vigorously and robust, mop of jet black fluttering messily by the breeze because of the speed.
Lucas, looking at their fading silhouettes, his gusto in a snap depleted from that chaotic fray.
He did not even notice his hand is already on his forehead.
Such energy....
He shakes his head.
Hopefully, this would be the last. Nothing more. Or else.... Lucas does not want to think about it.
He continues his stroll, distracted by a puppy coming on his way, the affair before dwindling down in the depths of his mind.
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A small structure decorated with antique pieces of elegant patterns, sets of ancient tables exposed for everyone to see, peeps sipping drinks as they converse quietly, and the aroma of coffee beans assaulted Lucas' nose as he steps foot inside.
His orbs swept around the place, darted around each of the tables, and then, moved toward a specific area.
At the corner, secluded away from the curious gazes of the masses, he pulls the chair out and sits.
His posture was flawlessly executed, with no room for criticism, his finger tapping the table along to the ticking sound of the clock. A hand resting on his chin.
Lucas sees many types of people inside. There are couples who hold each other's hands, individuals wearing casual clothes with their laptops on, the baristas busy with brewing orders for their customers, and yet, he still did not see the shadow of his friend.
He let out a sigh.
From time to time, he looks over the clock, lacking interest in the people, but before the thin thread of patience snapped, an iced matcha latte had been served.
"You're finally here," Lucas states, grabbing the drink to take a sip without looking at the person.
The new person chuckles, slipping on the vacant seat, and leans on, staring at Lucas.
Familiar with the prickly gaze aimed at him, Lucas finally focuses his attention on the individual, giving back razor-sharp scrutiny.
"Owen, stop looking at me like that."
"Why not?" Owen asks back, a flirty expression displayed for Lucas to see.
"Owen, I'm not one of your flings." Lucas replies in a sarcastic tone.
Pushing the chair backwards, he wants to stand up but a hand pushes him gently to make him stay seated.
"Relax, I was just joking. No need to leave me behind." Owen raises both of his hands in surrender.
"Your joke is getting too far."
Lucas gives him the stink eye, thinking that Owen's behavior is ridiculous for him to see.
"I know. I know. I'm sorry." He apologizes.
"I just need to do it so the person behind the glass will leave me alone. Look, she is leaving at the moment as I speak." His lips purse to point out behind Lucas.
Lucas inclines his body and, as Owen has stated, from the outside of the mirror, a lady dressed in a floral pattern had walked away with her head downcast and shoulder hunch. He has this feeling that she is crying.
An accusing stare sent to Owen's way.
"Woah Woah. Relax. I already tried to tell her I was not interested in dating someone. Alas, that lady is quite stubborn." Owen sighs, also heartbroken by what he did to her.
Owen waves a hand.
"Enough with that. We are not talking about my affair this time." He shifts the topic knowing damn well if he did not, he will receive criticism from his friend, Lucas.
Lucas leans on the chair, arms crossed. A slight tsk came out from his lips. He gestures for him to continue.
"Right, Here it is. I heard our school will be merging with another school."
This earned a raised eyebrow from Lucas.
"The rival campus," he added solemnly.
Lucas immediately believes the information coming out of Owen's mouth. The Owen he knows will not lie about this kind of thing. In fact, deep within, Owen is skeptical about all of these event happening.
"What the hell is going inside the director's mind?" Lucas contemplates out loud. This whole thing is simply ridiculous.
Merging with a campus has no problem with Lucas but with their rival one. Ha. Then it is a problematic situation.
With the years of rivalry between the two, he cannot fathom why they came to a compromise. Do not get him wrong, he does not hate it. However, the hostility will not vanish just anytime soon.
"Ridiculous right?"
Lucas agrees.
"Did no one ever complain about it?"
Owen squints his eyes for a minute and then mouth slightly apart, he says, "Actually, there were many people who had protested about this issue but I did not know what voodoo magic the director cast that made the protests come to terms with this."
Lucas rubs his face roughly.
"And then? Are there any things I need to watch out for?"
"Hmmm, I guess we are still lucky since our school has the biggest facility, the other campus will be occupying ours." Owen smugly declares.
He prided the fact that between the two campuses; they have the advantage over the largest place. At least, this is one of the things they can take satisfaction in.
Lucas knocks on the table to gain Owen's attention.
"You're straying from the major topic here."
"Oh, am I?" Owen rubs his nape.
"You are," Lucas confirms deadpan.
"Oh." After that, Owen covers his mouth, laughter emitting as he tries to tone down the giddiness coming.
If a question mark humanized exists, it will be Lucas because of Owen's absurd action.