Chapter 16 [ Part 1 ]

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

===== Chapter 16 [ Part 1 ] =====

"Damn!!! You really look shit right now, Xander. Did that guy really scare you that much?!" Gerald snorts, taking in Xander's trembling figure. His friend does not bite back a snarky reply like he usually does.

Instead, Xander Forde warily looks around. His tiny body trembles while he grabs the hem of his shirt. He fears that Kielle will suddenly appear and kill him. Yes you can say that he's a wimp. Despite always loving to offend people, Xander Forde becomes a coward when someone attempts to use violence on him.

"You do not understand. You do not understand," Xander pathetically mutters under his breath, repeating the words to his friend. "That Kielle is crazy. Crazy." He recalls the killing intents in those golden eyes, and he almost has an urge to piss in his pants again.

Gerald rolls his eyes.

"I understand!!! I understand!!! You have been saying that since awhile ago. How can I not understand that?" Gerald is starting to get very irritated by his antics. His voice gets louder; it's almost like he's screaming. Because of Xander, he's forced to cancel his date with one of his girlfriends— Bea. And now Bea's holding a grudge on him. Gerald grits his teeth, itching to put a fist on his face.

Xander winces, suddenly stopping from walking. But it's not because of Gerald's outbursts. He stays there, staring wide- eyed at someone. Fear is written in his eyes. "He's here," he breathes out.

Gerald scoffs at Xander's fear-laced expression. Averting his eyes to the direction his friend's looking at, he notices (Y/N) and Kielle. He narrows his eyes upon taking in the cliche romantic scene. Gerald doesn't really know Kielle personally; but since Kielle is famous for his head-injury accident, Gerald decided to visit him once in the clinic— together with his ex Maja. At that time, Kielle has not yet regained his consciousness.

Observing you guys longer, he gets even annoyed. Due to that reason, he decides to ruin the moment Kielle and you are in. Xander tries to stop his friend, but it is too late. He barges in the middle of the you and Kielle, pushing Kielle away from your body.

"Hello, you're Ponce right?"

His voice is wrapped with taunting sarcasm. Kielle's gold eyes instantly darken upon hearing his surname from this stranger's mouth. His smile vanishes and is replaced with an empty expression. Gerald does not care about Kielle's sudden change of vibe; he then turns his attention to you, gun-pointing at you with a flirtacious wink. "And (Y/N)! You remember me?"

You give out an exasperated sigh.

Gerald Andershon.

Of course, you remember him. He is famous for his good looks and playboy ways. It is a wonder how this playboy still managed to attain beautiful women for his needs. Do his lovers not know of his reputation?! Are they all living under the rock? You are so certain that Bea and Julia, his current girlfriends, don't know that they're being played. They're too blindly in love, you think, pitying them. You shove this player away from your personal space, giving him a glare.

"Go away"

"Wow, feisty." Gerald laughs and attempts to pinch your cheek. Before he can even lay his hand on you, a certain man harshly grabs his wrist. Turning around, he sees the angered Kielle who's glaring at him. Despite feeling the pain in his wrist, Gerald still manages to laugh.

"That— that hurts, man.."

Kielle does not let go, only maintaining his grip. "Don't touch her."

He tightens it even more, causing Gerald to grunt in pain. Xander is fucking right. This dude is crazy and scary. He hasn't even done anything yet! "Woah! Chill, loverboy. I won't touch her okay!" Gerald assures the crazed student despite itching to punch this dude already. It's only when Gerald said that, Kielle lets go of his wrist. Immediately, Getald inspects his wrist. He sees the marks, but it is not enough matter for him to fuss about.

His eyes narrow with hatred; he looks at Kielle, but that white- haired guy is already far too occupied inspecting you. The glare's gone. His expression's gentle and filled with doting. "Are you okay, (Y/N)?! Did his dirty hands touch you?" He looks genuinely worried for your safety, almost exaggerating everything.

Gerald looks down at his hands. "My hands are not that dirty...." You are still processing what happened in your mind; and when you hear his words, you snap out from your daze and almost scoff. Idiot!!! It's not meant to be taken literally. But you shut yourself up and focus your attention on Kielle.

"I'm fine; I'm fine," you assure him.

Kielle isn't convinced by your reassurance. He suddenly takes your hand — which makes you blush — and leads you to somewhere, leaving Gerald behind. Since you're occupied by Kielle, you fail to perceive Xander. Gerald observes you guys depart; he is still annoyed from what happened. "You're right, Xander. That fucker is fucking crazy," he mutters, walking back to his friend, while his gaze is still focused on the two.

When his eyes avert to his friend, Gerald's immediately disgusted by his friend. Right there, in front of him, his friend's pant is wet. Xander's expression is pale- white, obviously too traumatized. "You saw that. You saw that. He's gonna kill me; he's gonna—"

Gerald glares at him. "You are totally a pussy, Xander. I won't let you in my car if you're not gonna fix that shit," the man retorts. Not even bothering to help Xander, he leaves that fucking dude.

Well, who cares about Xander Forde.

This friendship's over. Besides, Gerald's only decides to take him in as a friend because he seems cool. But right now.. He's broken, too broken. Gerald still has to fix his shits with Bea. Taking out his phone, he messages Julia.

Bby Gerald:
6:00. xxx Cafe. Let's meet up.

Bby Julia:
Sure babe ;) .

Gerald smirks at the instant reply.. She is totally whipped. Looking up from his phone, he sees a pretty lady walking with two guys. They don't seem like her boyfriend, so he goes to her.

"Hello there."

He gives her a smile, meant to seduce her. When her sky- blue eyes focus on him, he strangely feels his face burn... Suddenly feeling shy. She is pretty, he thinks. But his girl friends are pretty too. He shrugs off that blush as Gerald focuses on flirting with her.

Peach squints her eyes, confused, looking at the student before her. She doesn't know him at all. He is handsome, but why is he talking to her. "Do I know you?" she asks, starting to get annoyed because she still has to go to you and Kielle.

"Nope, but you are just too pretty," he smoothly drawls, expecting for a shyful blush from her; but Peach mainly rolls her eyes. "Okay, I know that I'm pretty." She then coldly smiles at him. "Thank you. You're handsome as well. Anything more to say?"

Gerald gapes at her, speechless. And his faces goes even more red. His heart seems to get faster as he stares at the beautiful lady before him.. He has not met someone like her before.

Dante almost chokes on what she said. Wow, this bitch!! Alessio does not care and proceeds to walk. It is not his business to mind Peach's matters after all. And also he's just only indifferent to everything— everything not you. Seeing him begin to move, the girl sweetly smiles at the awe-strucked womanizer.

"I see. Anything more? Nothing? Bye then!" She doesn't even bother to wait; she leaves him in his daze. Running towards Alessio, she forgets the encounter with that guy, labelling it as unimportant. Dante eyes Peach, and Peach notices that gaze.

"What?!" She glares at him.

Dante can't help but laugh as if realizing something just now. "So that's how you make guys suddenly falling for you, huh.. That is fucking funny." He laughs even more, causing Peach to get irritated. She slaps him in the arm, glaring at him.

"Shut up!" she hisses.

He only continues to laugh.

You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net