Even Harper Sullivan joined in the merry-making.Gerald could hardly stay out of it. “A toast to Cassandra!” he announced, raising a glass.“Oho, so you were here, Gerald? It’s like you’re always there whenever something’s going on. I didn’t spot you earlier—where were you at?” Although Cassandra still held little regard for Gerald, through sheer force of habit—nevertheless, she was no longer as cold to him as she used to be, considering he’d helped her out before, in his own way.“Ahaha, are you asking about him, counselor?” Yvonne cut in. “He’s been hiding in that corner the whole time! When Jake burst in here with all his guys, Blondie and the others stood up to them, but Gerald just sat there! Gosh, he’s more helpless than us ladies!”Earlier, when she’d slipped away, she also happened to pass by where Gerald was seated, and had noticed him there.“That’s right! Anyway, were you really expecting this guy to be any help in a fight?”“Now, I’m sure Gerald would have stood along
A young woman suddenly cut right in front of them, without a word, displaying not the slightest bit of regard for others.Gerald was not in the mood for this. “Miss, don’t you find this a little rude?”The woman ignored him.“That’s right! My teacher says you can’t cut in a queue!” Yasmin exclaimed with a frown.“Bah!” The woman turned around and snapped, “So I cut in front of you, so what? What can you do about it? All bark and no bite!”One could see she was around twenty-one, with a fair complexion and a pretty face—and dressed in such a way as to leave little to the imagination. However, her stuck-up attitude only pissed Gerald off to look at her.“You’re the one barking!” At the limits of his patience, he snapped off a harsh reply.“What did you say to me? Just wait right here—I’ll have somebody cut you down to size!” Shrieking and swearing as though she’d suddenly gone mad, the woman was pulled away by several bystanders.Finally, she left in a huff.Well, that came ou
Word about this whole incident, with the maiming of Damien Rye, was guaranteed to get out.The question was how Damien himself would spin it.“Do you know them, Gerald?” Seeing all these powerful people gathering outside the hospital, Queta stood beside, feeling anxious.“I know them; but they don’t know me.” Gerald smiled wryly. “They’re just here to visit somebody. Never mind about it!”“That gave me a fright! I thought that woman had summoned a bunch of thugs!” Queta gave a long sigh of relief.After one last look at them, Gerald turned to go. He drove Queta back to her place.Zack Lyle had some dirt on Damien Rye, so the latter would probably hesitate to stir up further trouble.Along the way, Gerald didn’t forget to bring up that other matter, concerning a change in employment for Queta.“By the way, Queta… interested in changing jobs?” he asked with a smile.If she wanted to, she could have her pick of any position in Mayberry International. It wasn’t out of the cards to
Gerald couldn’t remain in the library a moment longer. Wiping the blood from his nose, he promptly fled the scene.His life was over.He couldn’t even help himself! First off: That girl was simply fine as hell! What a body!She was the sort of goddess that average guys weren’t even allowed to dream about.And that fragrance she’d been wearing… so intoxicating, his very nose had been aroused.Sigh. A beauty of that caliber most likely came from a wealthy background.What sort of ordinary man could win her attention?Hold on! Wasn’t he, himself, a wealthy fellow? Gah! How did he keep forgetting about this?Gerald shook his head wryly.He tried to peek into the library through a window—but by some strange coincidence, that girl had her head turned, and was presently looking out the very same window. She watched him curiously.Their eyes met—and then she hurriedly dropped her gaze.Gerald decided not to keep staring at her, either.With a guilty little start, he remembered that
Queta and Gerald walked in, dressed plainly.The sight of them elicited disdainful scowls from many of the women in the restaurant.“Isn’t that Queta Smith? She came here, to Surati?”Next, a group of four or five girls and guys entered as well. As they walked past the table where Gerald and Queta were seated, some of them stopped in their tracks to stare at Queta in surprise. A playful spark flitted through those eyes.“Linda…oh, hey, everybody…” Queta blushed as she greeted them, setting her food down and clutching her dress nervously.Linda was fetchingly made-up and wore a form-fitting little black dress that only barely covered her butt.Her female friends were clad in similarly risqué fashions, while the guys had piercings which announced their considerable social statuses.It should be fair to assume that these were Queta’s classmates.They had such teacher training courses at Gerald’s university too. You get all sorts in there.Some were rich brats who’d failed to qual
“I’m sorry, Gerald. I’ve disgraced you too,” Queta wept. “I shouldn’t have come here, to a place like this!”It was her birthday today and she was spending it with her only friend in the world. Even Queta’s feelings would be hurt by such ridicule.No one understood her feelings better than Gerald. He too had once been poor. Whenever his pride had been trampled on like that, it felt like he was being stabbed through the heart.When Queta was being attacked by those girls, Gerald had wanted to retaliate.But if he’d done that, how much more would Queta suffer in class with them from that point onwards? Anyway, he hadn’t really understood what was going on until the end, just as they were walking away, and it’s not as though Gerald could chase after them and give them five across the face, right?“Don’t mind it. The day will be over before you know it,” Gerald consoled her. “What you’ve got to do right now is work hard at your studies!”He wondered if he ought to ask Aiden to help l
“Violence, you say? Heh! You were lucky you escaped the hospital when you did, let me tell you…otherwise, you would’ve been admitted there that night!” the young woman cackled. “I’ve been searching for the two of you so I can get my revenge—how nice of you to allow me to find you here instead!”“Miss Liara, is this the punk who was bothering you last time?”“Pfft. Just a couple of losers. And here I thought it might be someone special and that’s why we couldn’t track them down. You must be tired of being alive, huh? Trying to start something with our Miss Liara!”Several men were posturing hopefully for Liara’s approval.“Miss Liara, I know these two! The girl is one of my classmates. Her name is Queta Smith. That guy seems to be her boyfriend!”Linda finally understood what was going on here. One moment they’d been welcoming Miss Liara, and the next, she was pointing at Queta and shrieking for someone to grab her.And then, Miss Liara slapped Queta right across the face.So… Qu
Elena was just about to take an afternoon nap, but now she was wide awake.She snatched up her handphone for a closer look, and her heart flip-flopped between joy and alarm. Still wearing her pajamas, she raced to the cafeteria.Joy, because the man who had been in her thoughts had somehow appeared in her campus.Alarm, because…good lord, was Gerald Crawford being abused on live-stream?Meanwhile, at the Sunnydale University Fight Club…It was a large organization, created at the whim of some rich kid or other, which went on in a particular corner of the campus.This club boasted many members—over three hundred in total.Presently, in the fighting ring…“Yeah! Awesome!”One of the fighters had just knocked down his opponent with a masterful technique. The spectators burst into uproarious applause.“Water!” The fighter shrugged his shoulders as he walked out, and was immediately greeted by a disciple, who uncapped a water bottle and presented it to him. After several mouthfuls