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I sat on my desk on Monday morning planning my schedule for the week. I just wished I had a PA or secretary to send to do it for me but No.

Why can't I get a PA? We live in a cruel world.

The atmosphere was very lively as the students roamed around aimlessly but Dylan was nowhere to be seen.

It's like he didn't come to school at all. Which works for me.

I had a smile through out. I didn't feel a bit bothered but everybody especially the girls who appeared like they came for some special event. Their hairs were all neatly done to fit them, their uniforms looked like it either got shorter and tighter or they grew or added weight. With all of them looking nice and smelling nice, they moved around anxiously.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! So sad!

The prince everyone awaited had finally arrived 11am before break. It shocked everyone because they all had given up on waiting for his arrival. The class became noisy as everybody questioned Dylan. It turned out he had to visit the hospital he wasn't feeling well.

Wow! I didn't know wishes could actually come true.

He sat and pleaded for nobody to disturb him and surprisingly the class immediately turned silence. So quiet a teacher had to personally leave his office in the top floor to the button to check if we all were still breathing.

Okay! Maybe I exaggerated that a little but his office was far from our class.

He couldn't believe what he saw. At first, he thought he was dreaming but later he suspected something was going on so he went to report to the principal about what he saw and that's how we all landed in the principal office trying to convinced him we weren't doing anything bad.

"See what Dylan has caused now" I said.

"How is this his fault?" Choima rose a brow.

"Who else is to be blamed?" I asked.

"Susan, he isn't feeling well"

"How does that relate to who is at fault?"

Choima shook her head and chuckled.

The principal finally dismissed us with a punishment to sweep and clean up the upstairs hall.

"Can you believe this? He always advise us to change and behave. Now that we did that, we are being punished. Wow! Just great!" Stephen voiced in amazement.

"You know what, I think I like being a bad student even if we get punished. It's better than being punished when you did nothing" another sneered.

We got the job done and got to our class. I sat on my seat beside Dylan and stared at him. He had his head laid down.

Should I wake him with a slap or a knock? Nah I am not that evil, yet.

"Hey!" I gently tapped him.
He weakly opened his eyes and they were red and watery.

He let out a painful groan and lift his head up.

With a cracked voice, he grunted "Yeah, what?"

"Dude, why did you come to school if you aren't feeling well?" I placed my hand on his neck. He was burning up and sweaty. His body felt like it was yelling for help.

"I...I am living with my cousin. He was afraid... to leave me alone at home... so he brought me to school" he struggled to talk.

"Oh! So I am guessing he is in class that's why you came here right? So you wouldn't be alone?"

He nodded.

So he is sick.. Interesting! Hmm.... I have two options; teach him a lesson while he is vulnerable or take care of him. I really like the first option.

I bit my fingers while I was lost in thought. Dylan let out a painful low cry placing my hand on his head.

"Fine! Fine! I will help" I screamed afraid he will just drop dead right in front of me.

"Just don't die, okay? This kind of thing is PG 18, parental guidance is seriously needed" I exclaimed.

"What?"

"You know, parents are needed to take care of you" I disclosed.

I turned around to get help but everybody looked either busy or unreliable.

"Dylan, I think it's very noisy here! Why don't we go to the sick bay?"

"The nurse isn't around" He replied.

"Ah! Thanks for nothing nurse!" I murmured to myself. "How about we go collect the key from the secretary?"

He looked at me for a while before responding with a nod.

"Okay! Let's go" I put his arm on my shoulder, helping him up.

We got the key and I managed to open the door.

"Okay! Here, sit" I voiced and directed him to the bed.

He sat down and I could see his body calming down.

"Are you going back to the class?" He cocked his brow.

"Of course...not! If I go and something happens to you, I will be blamed because I was the last one to see you alive. I can't afford that"

Dylan looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.

"I was joking, geez! Can't take a joke?"

"I can but you are just terrible at everything" He gave me a weak smile and lay to rest.

"Susan..."

"Yeah, what?"

His eyes met mine but he didn't say anything. He just gave me a smile.

"You know I think I like you this way, weak and vulnerable while I am the Strong, reliable one" I mockingly whispered into his ear.

With the little energy he had, he laughed.

"I don't know whether I like it as well" he said before he finally closed his eyes as he slowly drift off to sleep.

I stared at him in amazement.

Wow! This guy wasn't lying when he said 'no circumstances can make me not adorable'. Sick and yet he still looks cute. Too bad he will never know since I will never tell him.

I subconsciously started running my fingers through his curly soft hair.

Stupid brat, wouldn't take care of yourself but you can take care of your looks and hair.

I looked at the desk next to me and I spotted a syringe so I pretended *cough* that I was one of those Bollywood evil women films my mom kept watching non-stop. I acted like I was going to inject a poisonous substance into his body while he was sleeping.

Bollywood can be very dramatic. For me, if you want to kill then go ahead. Don't start telling them why and how the whole thing happened or will happen. It always makes my blood boil but yet it's still interesting.

I later got bored. I decided to leave but I couldn't.

Just leave! He is asleep!

I hesitated at first to leave but when I stood up to leave, I accidentally hit the desk over and caused a loud sound that woke Dylan.

"W..what was that?" he stammered with weak look.

"Eh...Nothing! Go back to sleep" I said while trying to pick up all the things that fell from the desk.

Dylan sat up and just stared at me.

"Why do you always have to be so noisy?" He whined.

"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean? It was obviously a mistake"

"Like you, right? A mistake?"

There was a moment of silence before I stood up and sat on the bed close to Dylan.

"Dylan!"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like slaps?"

"N..No! Why?" I nodded.

"Good question, very good!" I looked at his direction.

"Bring your face," I stretched my hand to him. He placed his hands on his cheek and rose his bushy brows. "Why? D...don't hit me! I am not well"

"Do I look like I care? It is good. you are not well. It will make slapping you more satisfying and easy. Now, bring your face"

"Wait! I didn't mean it like that"

"Oh! So you didn't mean it? Too bad now! Bring your face. There is nowhere for you to go. Just peacefully bring your face so that I can pet it"

"Sushi...I mean Susan"

"Did you just call me Sushi?"

"Sushi isn't a bad name. It means you are a sweet and uh.."

"Uh a fish!" I snapped.

"No but fish is also not a bad thing. You could be a mermaid" he wiggled his brows.

"I hate mermaids"

"Then a different kind of mermaid. This one has fish head and human legs" he chortled.

I imagined it and burst into laughter. "Eww! That's disgusting. I rather be a normal mermaid".

Dylan just sat and smiled. "Since I made you laugh, how about not slapping me?"

I tapped my chin with my finger.

"Eh... No!" with that I stood up and tried to slap him but he kept covering his face with his hands. Then I finally got his face but it was a light slap.

"You are lucky I am not that evil"

"I know! My parent said I am a blessing from above"

"Pfft! Big deal! Every parent says that" I sat back on the bed beside him.

"No! Mine is different. The day I was born my dad went from poor to rich as soon as I cried"

"Lies!"

"Don't believe me but it is true. Every time its my birthday something good always happens"

"Okay! We will see on your next birthday"

"Fine! We will see. That's if I will celebrate it with you"

"Like I would want to go to your stupid birthday party"

"At least, it's better than your face"

"And as bad as yours"

I stuck out my tongue at him and he did the same back at me. A cough was heard at the entrance. We both turn to see Charles and the cutest smile plastered on his face.

"You two are so entertaining to watch"

"Hey, Charles" Dylan waved at him.

"Hey little bro! How are you doing?" he walked towards Dylan and me and placed the back of his hand on Dylan's neck.

"Wow! I expected you to be weak and quiet like always but instead you are talking. Maybe I shouldn't worry too much"

"I try" Dylan placed Charles' hand on his forehead.

"I bet it was all thanks to Susan" Charles turned and smiled at me. I melted.

"What? How is it all thanks to her?" Dylan questioned.

"Well because I am amazing like whatever I touch turns into gold" I bragged.

"As if" Dylan folded his arms.

"Don't be too jealous"

"I can't be jealous of a pig" I pinched him very hard and he cried out in pain.

"What happened to using words as weapons?" he whimpered.

"It expired!" I responded.

"Okay! That is enough. Although I enjoy watching the two of you, I still think you two could be friends, cute friends!" he playfully patted our heads as if we were seven years old kids.

"Is this what you suffer?" I whispered to Dylan.

"Oh, this is just the beginning. The more you get close to him the more your age decrease in his eyes before you know it he will start explaining things to you as if you are a baby" Dylan snickered.

"How can I avoid it?"

"Stick with me. I will explain the basic rules"

"You know I can hear you guys, right?" Charles stared down at us

"We know, we are just joking. Right, Susan?" Dylan lied.

"Yeah! Joking"

"Okay, here" Charles handed a flyer to me. "Read it carefully at home, okay?"

"Ok!" I looked down at the flyer and my eyes caught the two boldly written words.

"TALENT COMPETITION"

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