[ A/N: Ahh. I think I'm spoiling you guys too much
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like that😊? Well... For now enjoy the continuous
flow of chapters~. ]

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==== Chapter 5 [ Part 3 ] ====

Curse this period! Peach internally grumbles to herself as she clutches onto her stomach. This dysmenorrhea for her is always painful, but it is not the type of pain that hinders her from walking. Biting her lips to cope up with the pain, Peach takes slow, careful steps to the clinic. As the young platinum-blonde haired girl nears her destination, the girl happens to see Alessio along the way.

"Alessio!" she exclaims, surprised.

This certain man just glares at her then continued to walk after. Slightly tilting her head, she turns around to look at his back, puzzled by his harsh glare.. He seems to be in a bad mood, but why? Alessio seems fine earlier. And odd, why isn't Dante with him?

Well...

Speaking of the bastard, she sees him.

He runs toward his superior. Mostly painful swears leave his lips. Peach almost has the urge to cover her ears from those swears, but hey! That would be so hypocrite for her to do so since she also has a habit of cussing.

Alessio only disregards Dante. He pushes him away him, and he might also have glared at him because the oceanic blue-eyed man is quick to step back with pursed lips. His face expresses his dismayal though.

Peach shrugs and proceeds walking.

Seeing Alessio and Dante like that;  it has always been a common sight anyways. The damn cramps that has been been shortly forgotten returns back, causing her to curse under her breath.

Fuck. When will the pills take effect?

Actually, the blue-eyed teen just wants to sleep this day away; but Peach has formed a plan with you to visit her cousin. Letting go a sigh, she eventually finds herself in front of the door.

But when she opens the door, she finds herself in shock. Because right there before her is you and the damn man who was bullying her a few days before. Multiple times, the red-haired man pats you while you stare at him with wide (E/C) eyes.

Upon seeing your friend gawking at the sight of you with Ashes, you instantly lean your figure away from the boy. Though your cheeks are still burning red and you couldn't quite processed to yourself what just happened.

Ugh, and you told yourself that you won't get so close to him. But yea, your plan has entirely backfired because of you yourself. Peach even saw you getting chummy with him.

Ashes looks down at his hand, feeling mixed emotions...

Ashes is happy because he managed to touch you. He is displeased because you pulled away. He is also angry— who? Who would fucking dare to disrupt this moment?! His brown eyes darken, glaring at the blue eyed girl who has just entered.

Recognizing her, his mood worsens.

This girl.

She's the one at fault on why he's fucking here right now. Because of her, (Y/N) stepped in..causing him to stumble onto that fucking guy that resulted him being confined in this fucking room. His name is Alessio, isn't it? That guy will surely going to pay for this bruises.

His jaw clenches.

You perceive the sudden deterioration of the atmosphere, causing you to step away from him more. You gulp down the cowardliness you are feeling and rush to Peach who's now raising an eyebrow a you that seems to say the word, Seriously, (Y/N). You let out a tiny, innocent smile as you scratch the back of your neck.

"Oh, um.. Peach. This is Ashes."

"Ashes, this is Peach, my friend."

Wow, what a truly clever deed you did there, (Y/N)... You can't help but sarcastically remark to yourself inside that idiotic mind of yours.

Peach stares at you, slightly opening her lips then closing those lips again. She's unsure what to respond to that — that fucking unneeded introduction. You are aware, right? He's the guy from before. Peach does not want to stay in that awkward position anymore. Peach doesn't bother to acknowledge the damn bully. She still does not like him. After all— before all that happened— Ashes or rather his friend grabbed her butt when she was ordering back then for noodles.

Then she slapped that person, leading it all to this.

Hah. Observing his current physical state, Peach almost slips out a smirk. Well, at least Alessio did justice to her. Disregarding the introduction, she brightly smiles at you and places her hand on both your shoulders. "How's my cousin, (Y/N)?!"

You sneak a quick glance at Ashes then refocus all your attention to Peach. "Same as before." You shrug as you walk back to the unconscious silver-haired guy, kind of pondering if you'll ever see those golden irises glare at  anyone else again.

"Yeah. Unfortunately, there are still no signs that might indicate your cousin waking." A pretty nurse enters the room with a sigh, feeling pity for the good looking guy. That nurse calmly walks over to a feeding tube that you recently just noticed is there. She then begins to do her given job. As you observe her, you're deep in thoughts. This school is really something... with having complete medical equipments for shallow and serious conditions. "Also, your cousin damaged his brain too hard, dear... It may cause serious troubles later in his life."

Peach bites her lips, silent.

You squint your (E/C) eyes at the bright golden-colored name tag neatly pinned on her white shirt. It is there— printed in bold letters. Her name spells out Olivia Sails. You snap out from your daze when she places her hazel eyes on you.

"And you? Who might you be?"

You are about to open your mouth to reply to her, but the nurse suddenly interrupts you with a sheepish smile "Oh, my bad. You must be the poor boy's girlfriend, right? I'm sorry for asking..."

Your cheeks instantly explode into a shade of red. You do not expect her to be such a woman that assumed too fast. While Peach bites her lips to contain the laughter, you do not perceive the red-haired man behind you. Ashes is too offended— very offended. Not only he's forgotten by you but you simply let this stupid nurse thinks that you're in a relationship with this half-dead man.

You are his, okay?!

He yells, "She's not tha—"

"I am not his girlfriend!" you boldly make your statement, darting your widened (E/C) eyes later towards Ashes. You see his glare. Olivia also sees it, causing her to scratch the back of her neck.

"Oh. Then you must be Ashes's?" Her voice gets smaller, thinking that she has done a mistake assuming your own identity."But it's weird though. I have never heard Ashes having a new girlfriend."

Well, it is obvious that the brown haired woman is talking to herself now with the contents of those words and all— yet they can definitely hear her thoughts so clear out loud despite not being directed for them.

Peach rolls her eyes. "Well it's because (Y/N) is not his girlfriend too! No one owns her yet."

Nurse Olivia blushes, flustered by the situations she has placed herself in. She is not even supposed to meddle in their affairs, nor Olivia doesn't have the right to assume things such as like this.

"I see..."

Leaving the kids alone, Nurse Olivia sighs as she slaps both cheeks of hers with her hazel eyes closed. Stupid! Stupid! But as she opens her eyes, Olivia is surprised to perceive a young black haired man before her. His dark silver eyes glowers on her, making her smaller than she really is.

"Move," he growls at her.

Nurse Olivia inmediately heeds to his order. Dazed, she observes the young student aggresively pushes the door open. Opening so, he encounters your figure. Your eyes travel from his chest up to his silver irises that are filled with rage.

For a second, you see it softens.

But then it hardens again. He pushes you out of his way. You stand there, stunned, at his actions. Earlier, he's just fine; but why does he seem mad? Is he mad at you? You turn around, only to see the door being slammed at your face.

"Are you okay?!"

Nurse Olivia immediately asks you in concern, forcing your body to turn around yet again; yet she does it in a gentle manner, not wanting to hurt you or anything.

You blink your (E/C) eyes, uncertain.

"I think so," you softly mumble to yourself as you look down at the time on your silver wrist watch. 1:23 P. M. Seven more minutes before the next teacher show up in your class.

You sigh.