"If there is nothing else, I'm going." Lucas threatens.
Owen quietens down.
This time, Owen seriously looks at Lucas. Hands folded on top and poise solemn as ever.
Goosebumps rise on his arm. The abrupt change of attitude... Is frightening. Is there something he needs to watch out for?
The chattering continues. The clanking of utensils clashing, the sound of a coffee machine, and a lady near the counter speaking softly to one barista. Only the duo has an expression of something serious is about to happen.
Lucas smells the faint, sweet aroma of the half-finished matcha latte as he watched droplets of water drip off the side.
"Lucas, you need to know this."
He takes off his gaze from the latte.
"Our campus rival has something to be proud of, which is their school grass. The same grade level as you. I know you do not know him since you do not associate yourself with such meaningless interactions. However, remember this: you need to watch out."
After speaking his piece, Owen's grave expression lights up.
"Okay, that's it."
Lucas narrows his eyes. That's it? Ha. Owen is kidding him right now.
"Are you sure? That's all? Nothing to add more?" Lucas cannot help himself but make sure.
Owen nods, hand steadily approaching the cup. Before he could attain it, Lucas snatches it away, scowling.
"Hey, I bought that." Owen protested.
"Your information is not enough. What should I watch out for?" He ignores the protest.
"The school grass duh. Haven't I told you from the beginning?"
"And who should that be?" He finally had the chance to ask what he had in his mind.
"That- I am awaiting my intel to send the information over. I still gave the gist of it, though. Watch out for the school grass." A sheepish smile emerges on Owen's.
Lucas's chest heaves up and down. He fully covers his face, giving him a chance for Owen to grab hold of the matcha.
"Aha!" He cries out in happiness, sipping the matcha with satisfaction.
"Let me remind you, that's mine."
"And so? You act like we haven't done this for various times. Besides, I don't like you in that way." Owen rolls his eyes.
Lucas rubs his forehead, a dull ache settles in slowly.
"Are you—"
"No. It's because of your insufficient information that made me like this."
Lucas added a sentence after, "Stop smiling. I know you're doing this as an act of revenge."
Owen's lips twitch.
"Hmph, who told me that he will come to the last party but he did not?" Owen raises an eyebrow.
"It has been a long time. You still remembered it now?"
"Of course." Owen sulks.
"You really." Lucas shakes his head.
He added, "You need to find yourself a boyfriend."
Yes, Owen is gay. Not that he minded. He had known about his sexual orientation when he came transparent with him a few months ago.
"Hey. Why are we talking about that?"
Lucas restrains the impulse to smack his friend. As always, their topic is... Lucas does not want to talk about it.
Just one benefit of this is gossipers cannot keep up with them, which right away, they are gaining the attention of the customers.
"I'm leaving."
This time, Owen does not have the slightest intention of stopping him. Aware that many eyes hovering over Lucas.
Even the burning holes make him squirm in his seat. It is just he could hide it well. As well as him, he stands up, watching Lucas go out of the cafe alone.
Lucas has always liked to do things on his own. Does not like being told and does not take any offer of help.
Owen worries about what will happen if this continues on.
No man is an island.
Occasionally, one needed help from others.
Owen hopes for a person to have the same wavelength as Lucas, so that he will not be doing things on his own.
Soon, he left.
The woman was hidden in the shadows, listening intently to the two, who were unaware of her presence before they left one by one.
"Interesting," she murmurs to herself.
"Aunt, what are you whispering to yourself?" A young lad asks, chin resting on his palm. The corner of his lips is upturned.
If Lucas was still present, he will recognize him. It was the youngster riding the bicycle. The person he laid eyes on and instantly categorized as a troublemaker.
The woman made a shooing motion.
-
Lucas does not have the mood to enjoy the scenery when he went back to his house. An unsettling feeling descends, and curiosity brewing because of the so-called school grass of their campus rival.
He needed information quickly since he does not go into a battle without knowledge.
Exactly as he steps foot, dinner was served.
"Butler Moran, are mom and dad home?''
"No, young master, they still are busy with their affairs."
"Oh. Then does my sister already have her dinner?"
"Yes, she already ate. The young mistress is in the living room awaiting your presence." Butler Moran informs.
"But I was instructed by her to serve dinner first before finding her." He then leads him.
"Butler, I know where it is. No need to lead me." Lucas says exasperatedly.
This time, Butler Moran did not respond.
Lucas quickly ate his dinner so that he can talk to his sister, he feels like this is important.
Moran shakes his head seeing the young master eating too fast.
"Young master, you will get indigestion."
Lucas nods, munching the last piece of food. He drank water to finish it off.
"Then, can I see my sister now?"
In the end, Moran conceded defeat.
Lucas dashes off to find his sister.
-
"Lucas, slow down."
Without looking up, Lily scolds his brother. Rushed footsteps echoing in the four corners before pausing.
"Sis, do you need to tell me something?" Lucas catches his breath for a moment.
Why is their home so spacious? Lucas internally complains.
"Sit."
Lucas moves forward, dodging the crystal clear table in the middle and sits down.
"Good dog." Lily praises.
His eyebrows contracted and the corners of his mouth lowers down.
Two fingers raise into a V sign, Lily made a hehehhe sound.
"Sis."
"I know. Here you go." Lily pushes a file towards Lucas.
Lucas raised an eyebrow, confused with his sister's actions. Lily leans back. Legs cross comfortably gazing over his brother.
"This is?"