===== Chapter 13 [ Part 6 ] =====

"Okay, guys! Fifteen minutes have already passed. That only means we have no teacher for our UCSP subject!" Hearing the words from your class president, the white haired teenager doesn't wait anymore. Kielle closes his notebook and slowly places it inside his bag. Although there are some make tests scheduled for him tomorrow, studying can wait. Turning around to face you, the man instantly perceives your eyes on him.

Lazily, you have your head peacefully resting on your table. But your (E/C) eyes are staring up at him. Those golden eyes widen for a few seconds.. before reverting back to its normal size. A smile slowly shows up on his face, and you reciprocate it back with that lazy smile of yours.

"You won't discipline our classmates?"

Kielle gets taken aback by the question, but he sooner understands why you asked that. Ever since you gave Kielle the information that he is the class disciplinary chairman, he took the position seriously. Now almost everyone regrets giving him that job. Kielle chuckles, noticing some of their classmates giving him looks of worry. They fear that Kielle's going to get a substitute teacher for them.

He shakes his head, smiling that adorable smile.

"That's for another day, I guess."

You spot your classmates softly sighing in relief before they proceed doing whatever they want to do. You also breath out. Although you do think that you can still last another hour listening to a long lecture, you think that a break would also be nice to have. "Great," you murmur, closing your eyes.

Kielle tilts his head to the side as he stares at your face. You really won't try and spend this break with him? He doesn't want to admit it, but he's a bit sad. Kielle pouts. Although the man assures himself however that you are just tired. Maybe taking a sleep is much better for your health. Reaching out a hand as he gently taps your nose, Kielle cannot help but chuckle when he sees that you're truly deep in sleep.

Peach has blue eyes down on the ground as she quietly walks to your classroom.. Ever since the missing teens incident is informed to the public.., they would always make sure that you are safely brought home. It's funny. Funny how Peach still cares for you despite her crush liking you; but then again you're her bestfriend. Peach couldn't ever hold a grudge on you.  She's just like this right now because she doesn't know what to do or say. Occupied in her thoughts, Peach snaps back to reality when she feels someone elbow her.

She scowls at Dante, but that scowl instantly vanishes. Looking up, she sees your friend Ely. Ely— that bitch.
Peach doesn't like her.  Right after she ignored you for some few days, she would want to be friends with you again. Like what?!

You don't ignore your friends for days.

Well...

It's somehow a relief that Ely does not dare and try to talk to you again. Watching Ely and her friend leave her sight, Peach hears him speak beside her. "Are that bitch and (Y/N) still even friends? I don't think they're talking to each other anymore..," Dante casually says while Peach shoots him a confused look.

"Why are you asking me that?"

Peach huffs.

He raises an eyebrow at you, letting out a laugh. "Am I asking you, Bitch?" She glares at him and pushes down those urges to grant him the middle finger. She does not want to waste such efforts on him. That is what he does throughout his life.  He just wants to fucking annoy her. Dante laughs, seeing her face red in anger.

"Well." The blonde haired teen stops for a second before slipping a half smile. "What I really want to ask is if you are still friends with (Y/N)."

"Huh?"

Dante smirks as he nonchalantly points at Alessio's back. "Well. Don't you hate her for 'taking' Alessio from you?"  he whispers to her ear, and Peach stiffens. Hate? (Y/N)? She curls her hands into fists, pushing the asshole away from her.

"I don't hate (Y/N)." She glares at him.

Dante laughs. 

"You don't?!" he exclaims, faking the shock in his tone. Peach glares at him and bites the insides of his cheeks... Fucking asshole. He really wants to press her buttons. A sigh heaves out, and she answers,

"Yes, I don't. And she didn't take Alessio from me. She didn't do anything at all."Her voice trails off as sadness begins to drown her again. He raises an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"How about you mind your business," she snaps at him. "You don't care about me and (Y/N), right?  So fucking shut up." Peach presses her lips after bursting out— not being able to control her anger. Dante scoffs, rolling his eyes. He should have shut up... Why did he even bother trying to talk to her. Alessio stops from walking, turning those silver eyes to them.

When Alessio's attention is not on them, Dante speaks again.. "Geez. Are you on your period or something?" Peach glares at him and finally gives out the finger. A laugh. Dante laughs at what she did, unfazed by the so unladlike gesture.

"Now this is the Peach I know."

"Tsk."

"Well, anyways.. I am serious," Dante lazily says, not sounding serious at all. "If you do not hate (Y/N), then fucking stop doing this to her, Bitch." Peach scowls at Dante. "If you keep up with the fucking act, I can only guarantee you that your friendship with her is going to crumble down like what happened to her and the other bitch."

Other bitch? Does he mean—

"Yes, Ely."

He rolls his oceanic eyes while confirming her thoughts. Peach does not even understand why he is saying this to her. "Well, do you want that to happen?" he asks, staring deep to her blue eyes. Peach, of course, shakes her head. You are important to her. Now thinking about it — just because you have Alessio's attention; that doesn't mean you deserve this kind of behavior from her. Peach feels sudden guilt. Making you worry about her, she feels so terrible.

She is a terrible friend.

If anything, she's just like Ely. Being so secretive. Not telling the problem to her. That's the reason why most friendships get ruined. Peach softly sighs.  

"I should apologize."

Dante does not say anything anymore. He does not care. It's their problem, not his. Peach softly smiles to herself, now knowing what to do next. And that is to talk to you. She is not confused anymore, and it is all because of the asshole beside her.

She elbows him. "Thank you."

Dante does not respond. There is exactly nothing to be grateful at all. Looking straight ahead of him, the man ignores the happy smiles Peach sends his way.

Peach's truly happy and grateful.

Dante may sometimes be an asshole, but you're right. He isn't a complete asshole. He cares about them and is just being so secretive about it. Right now Peach just unhates him.

She smiles to herself.