I couldn't believe my eyes no matter how hard they tried to make sense of it. What was he doing here, in the drama club? He couldn't possibly love acting when he had a body that could get him into the basketball finals?
No kidding. I was staring at him, giving him that pissed-off glint and what made me even more mad was that he has been smirking since he came into this club. It was almost as if he was so sure that I was here somewhere. Could he be stalking me?
Mr.owen was jerking me out of my gaze. "Jamie. Give him the regular welcome handshake"
I blinked, eyes shifting from the teacher and back to the green-eyed guy. Just now did I realise that I have been standing in front of him and not doing anything. My eyes bounced to meet his amused green eyes and somewhere behind my head, I wondered if the default setting for his face was that cool guy no-problem look. I haven't seen him frown even once since I've met him and I could already guess a bit of his background. Your typical wealthy guy which had everything handed out to him on a silver platter.
As much as I would sound absurd to you, I didn't exactly like rich kids given that I wasn't always one. At the earlier part of my life, things weren't smooth or easy. My both parents started off as struggling business people, trying to make a name for themselves. After about seven years of intense hard work, they had their big break with some project that went really well, and since then, things has been sky rocketing.
Ivy wasn't entirely like me and was born in a rich home right from scratch, but she had what she delt with. Her parent marriage hasn't ever been happy and after watching them fight all the time, she was facing the burnt in the most terrible way. The divorce.
We both found solace in each other's presence because we could relate with ourselves and share our struggles, but you could already guess where someone like Adrian here came from. Of cause. The total daddy's boy who got whatever he wanted.
I sighed internally, wanting to get this over with and move on with the important things of life, with definitely included a good night sleep after a stressful day. "Welcome Adrian.."
I stuttered trying to recall his last name and he was filling it in for me, with his deep voice reverberating underneath my belly. "Lee"
Our eyes locked for a jiffy and I was soon diverting my gaze away and continuing with the stupid welcome speech. I wondered why Mr.owen even bothered to do this every year. "Lee... to drama club. We cherish that you're here and hope you love your time here..."
Hope not..
I continued the regular boring speech, skipping some parts that I couldn't recall anymore and just mashing things together to form a complete sense. I noticed Mr.owen frowning mid-way into it from my peripheral vision but his dissatisfaction soon cleared up when I finished the speech and the whole room was bubbling with applause. I didn't receive the same great attentive performance during last year when I was welcoming some ginger guy. In my opinion, I thought people could be really mean.
Mr.owen nodded his head at me and clapping also. "Well. Well. Well. Still in the light of the celebration..."
I frowned. What celebration? Were they crowning some king and I wasn't aware? My blue eyes bounced around the room and I could see that almost everyone didn't see anything wrong with that and then my eyes fell on Min Joon who was arching a brow, our eyes soon locked and we were staring at ourselves knowingly.
This was the first time that I agreed with him on something. I could hear him mutter something in his language. I didn't know what it was but from his expression, he seemed to be cursing.
I was jerked out of my daze for the second time today when Mr. Owen called my name. "Right. Welcome him by sitting next to him. You know to take him through the procedures, okay?"
My jaw dropped. Who was he? The president's son?
Adrian caught my expression and was soon saying the first reasonable thing since I'd met him. "Uhm..that's not necessary. I can sit on my own"
"Oh?"
I made an internal eye-roll when Mr. Owen went ahead to ask. "Are you sure?"
Damn. He is...
I wanted to mutter but he was speaking for himself. "Yes. Mr.Owen"
The teacher nodded. "Enjoy your time here"
I'm sure that he had heard that a hundredth time already. Now, I knew why he looked like he was always in the limelight. Of course, he would! When the teachers even treated him as some god or something.
I wasn't sure of his background and I didn't even want to know who he was but one thing I was sure of was that I hated him and wanted to have nothing to do with him, and I guess that was in fact too hard to ask.
Mr. Owen announced that we would be acting Romeo and Juliet for our last school play and guess who was the Romeo. Yes. It was Adrian and I was Juliet. Though not for too long, I planned to have a decent conversation with Mr. Owen tomorrow telling him why I wouldn't be able to participate in the school play this year but as of now, since I was so tired I decided to let it slide.
Thankfully, we weren't having cast practice today so the meeting didn't last for too long. The sun was setting, the sky was becoming darker and soon, I was by my locker parking my things in an attempt to head home.
I haven't seen Ivy all day. I thought that she was taking her cheerleading practice really seriously. I closed my locker shut, sighing internally and trying to convince myself that everything was fine, when in fact nothing was.
I walked into the school's parking lot and located my car some distance away. I made a distance toward it and was jerking the door open then settling myself in it. For a moment, I just sat in it, head resting on the wheels with my blonde hair sprawled all over my face.
"Crap"
I cursed. "Why couldn't I get over Liam?"
***
I knew that I was tired but when I got home to the same regular darkness and emptiness. I felt even worse. My parents were never around and all they ever did was send so much money into my account as if that could somehow make up for their absence in my life.
I groaned, dropping myself on a couch in the sitting room and staring into space. All the maids had gone to bed by now and suddenly, I didn't feel sleepy anymore or perhaps I was, but just didn't feel like sleeping in such a lifeless place.
I thought of dialing Ivy's number and even before I could pull out my phone from my back pocket. It was ringing and guess what? My live-safer was on the line. I picked the call up.
"Heyya!"
Ivy's energetic voice was blasting from the other side of the phone and I frowned, hearing the noisy background underneath her words. "Where are you?"
She giggled probably over something someone else was saying before answering me moments later. "At a new coffee shop near my place."
I blinked, silent for a while before realising that indeed there was a coffee shop in construction a route along her house. "Oh? They are done with it, already?"
I thought it was a bit too soon since they technically started building it about one month ago but then, it wasn't really large. "Yeah and it's really great"
I pouted. "Ivy, you are now visiting places without me, uh?"
I could picture her grinning. Ivy has always been my travel-around-the-world buddy. When I discovered some old-ass-looking ice cream shop we went to the place together, then the tree house she discovered last year. I also went along with her. However, things didn't go really pretty because apparently, the woods weren't strong enough to hold our body weight and it was nearly crashing. We escaped by an air breathe.
"It's not that way."
She uttered before sighing and apologizing. "Don't take it to heart all right?"
I nodded even though she couldn't technically see me before uttering. "No probs!"
"Where are you right now?"
She asked and a frown was inevitable. She reminded me that I was currently inside a pitch-black suffocating silence. "At home"
She snickered. "What are you doing now?"
I scuffed. "What do you think?"
"Uhm...sleeping?"
"About to"
I corrected her and she was yawning, telling me that I could be boring sometimes. "Will you come over here? After all, I miss your disturbing presence already"
I smirked. "Oh really?"
Then I added. "I'm too tired to drive. Would you pick me up?"
She was silent for a while before asking. "what's in for me If I do that?"
I shifted on the couch I was sitting on to get more comfortable before making a shrug. "I don't know. I could tell you how my day went"
"You always do that"
My lips tilted a little. "You're right. Okay. So what do you want?"
"I don't know. Perhaps, I should keep it open until the right time comes"
I pouted, shaking my head. I so did not want to do that. If she decided that she wanted my lunch every day what would I do? Or even worse. "You're a cunning beast. On second thought, I would just drive myself"
I muttered and she was laughing really hard, after a little talk more. I told her I was on my way and then cut the call. My eyes settled on the empty silence again, bringing me back to my reality and I sighed.