Chapter 9 Realized Something

"Here, I'm done-"

After cleaning Weeby's hands thoroughly, Marcell immediately turned to the side. Marcell did not continue his words because his eyes were now locked with Weeby's eyes.

They continued to exchange glances in silence. However, five seconds later, Marcell hurriedly looked away. Why is it like this? This was the first time Marcell felt his heart beating rapidly when he was near Weeby. Marcell also felt awkward and clumsy.

"Let's go back to class!" Marcell immediately let go of Weeby's hand.

Without waiting any longer, he walked quickly out of the restroom. His breath had been difficult to expel from his lungs.

His body was also warming up, as if he had been hit by a small electric shock. Ah, Marcell was really confused and frustrated right now. What did he feel just now? Why did he feel there was a different aura about Weeby?

Without looking back, Marcell hurriedly accelerated his steps, he didn't want to look wrong in front of Weeby. In addition, Marcell also did not want Weeby to suddenly catch up with him.

"Marcell, wait for me!"

Weeby's shout was able to enter Marcell's eardrum, and hearing the roar of the voice made Marcell dumbfounded. Without wasting any more time, he accelerated his steps.

Weeby also experienced the same thing, she felt her heart warm when she received gentle treatment from Marcell. The boy seemed to be very sincere in wiping Weeby's hand while in the restroom earlier. The seriousness on Marcell's face when washing her palms due to bat droppings also made Weeby blush.

"Hey, why did you leave me?" After keeping up with Marcell's footsteps, Weeby spontaneously pinched Marcell's arm firmly.

There was no reaction. Marcell remained silent as he continued on his way. Strange? Of course it was. Usually, they would continue to fight like Tom and Jerry. However, this time Marcell's attitude was completely different. What's wrong with that guy? What kind of spirit damage?

Weeby didn't even like it when Marcell was ignorant like this, she preferred Marcell's old attitude, which was nosy and always annoying. It was better than this time.

Unaware, Weeby had already pursed her lips forward. "Marcell, are you angry with me?" asked Weeby in a soft tone, her face fully exposed towards Marcell.

Yes, I'm angry with you for making my heart want to fall out, Marcell's heart said that.

"No!" Marcell replied firmly and loudly.

"Marcell, how come you're like this? What spirit did you get?" Weeby said back while raising one of her eyebrows.

"I'm not mad at you By, get over it!" Marcell said softly, then he accelerated forward.

Weeby stopped her footsteps, her beady eyes staring at Marcell's back, which was getting smaller and smaller. That guy had already occupied Weeby's brain with hard thinking.

After arriving in the classroom, Weeby was immediately bombarded with questions from her friends.

"By, you're okay, right? Marcell didn't do anything to you in the medical room, right?" asked Kenya, who was now sitting in front of Weeby.

Weeby glanced at Marcell, who was sitting next to her. The guy was engrossed in his cell phone. From the side, Weeby could see his handsome face. Oh sh*t, why did Weeby only realize recently that Marcell's face was really too handsome?

Weeby turned back to Kenya, who previously asked for an answer from her, Weeby smiled wryly, "no really, I'm safe, Nya."

That was the only answer Weeby was able to give, the rest, she returned to staring at Marcell's face in silence.

"Oh then let's go to the cafeteria, while you're recovering, you must not have eaten yet, right?" Netta suddenly issued an invitation.

"I'm lazy, you two just go there. Besides, it's still class time," Weeby commented.

"How come you're talking like that? I usually agree right away, am I allowed to suspect that some spirits have entered your body?" Kenya furrowed her brow as she narrowed her eyes, her face fully staring at Weeby suspiciously.

"You're talking nonsense!" Weeby chuckled softly while shaking her head.

"Come on By, there's no teacher either. When else are we going to have an empty hour like this, right?" whined Netta again, this time more convincing Weeby to comply with her wishes, she also grasped Weeby's hand tightly.

For the umpteenth time Weeby refused, she shook her head repeatedly, "You two just go there, I'm not hungry, and anyway, I'm also too lazy to go out again, I just arrived at class," Weeby replied, releasing the grip that Netta gave her.

Kenya and Netta simultaneously pursed their lips, they did not agree if Weeby said that. Weeby was firm in her stance, even if she said no, she would continue to do so.

Inevitably, the two of them got up from their seats with gloomy expressions.

"Let's go first, Netta and I." Kenya grabbed Netta's hand, holding it.

"Come on, let's go first then, bye!" Smiling, Netta waved her hand to Weeby, who returned it with a faint smile. Not long after, the two girls walked out of the classroom.

Weeby was actually feeling very hungry. How could she not? She hadn't eaten since this morning, especially after taking the medicine. It didn't feel like her stomach was rumbling to be filled.

Actually, Weeby did not completely reject the request of her two friends. Weeby just wanted to be here, with Marcell.

Once again, Weeby looked to the side, and two seconds later, her smile immediately expanded.

Weeby finally chose to lay her head down on the table, her heart felt empty without any bickering and nagging from Marcell. Yes, it was so quiet and lonely. Only an empty heart.

"By, let's eat." Marcell shook Weeby's shoulder in such a way, it wasn't long before Weeby lifted her body.

Weeby turned to Marcell with a twinkling face. Their gazes locked again, but a second later, Weeby found the meal box in front of her.

For only five seconds, Weeby looked at the food box, then the next second she looked at Marcell's face again.

Marcell could read Weeby's mind and know that big questions were now accumulating in the girl's brain. Therefore, Marcell took the initiative to explain.

"My mom brought lunch, so you can eat it," Marcell explained.

"For me? Really?" asked Weeby quickly and incredulously. Her eyes blinked.

"So what do you do?"

"Well, you just eat it. Don't think about me. I'm already full. Instead of wasting it, let's just eat. You just woke up from fainting, so it's better if you eat so you don't get weak."

Weeby once again looked at Marcell's lunchbox. Why was that guy so attentive this time?

Oh, let Weeby clarify a little. Marcell had always been attentive to Weeby. Like lending Weeby a pen, answering his assignments, and today he took Weeby to the school health room, and cleaned Weeby's hands from that annoying bat poop. What's not good enough? And now, on top of that, Marcell is giving Weeby food.

What an idiot! Why did Weeby only just realize that Marcell was sometimes nice to her? Why did Weeby only realize it this time?

All this time, Weeby had only judged Marcell from one point of view. Namely, Marcell liked to nag and patronize Weeby incoherently. Marcell also often picked fights with her and played pranks on her. But as it turned out, Weeby was wrong, all this time, Marcell had indeed helped a lot. Yes, even with small things that Weeby didn't realize.

"Are you really not eating?" Weeby confirmed that Marcell really gave Weeby his lunch box.

"There is no need to talk anymore, this is for you. How many times have I told you that I'm already full," Marcell grumbled, a little annoyed that Weeby kept refusing his gift.

"But I feel bad, it's yours." Weeby commented, not wanting to be outdone.

Marcell rolled his eyes and then exhaled with difficulty. "By, you haven't eaten yet, you want to make me," Marcell reflexively stopped his words, feeling something was stuck. Weeby immediately looked at Marcell with a suspicious expression.

"What do I want to make you do?" Weeby frowned, half confused by Marcell's unfinished speech.

Worried, I'm worried about what's wrong with you.

"Never mind," Marcell squeaked in the end.

Weeby was also silent, not responding to Marcell's words anymore. Her gaze was still fixed on the lunch box containing Marcell's sandwich.

It was a big lie if Weeby refused and didn't feel hungry when she saw the appetizing food. In fact, she had been swallowing her saliva with difficulty. Hey, Weeby had not eaten since this morning, hence, it was no wonder that she was like that.

With all his determination, Marcell was still adamant and tried to persuade Weeby again. There was no refusal for Marcell, and Weeby had to comply. Marcell just didn't want Weeby to get sick just because she hadn't eaten. Moreover, he had smelled the scent of medicine wafting from Weeby. Really, Marcell felt very worried.

"By, you shouldn't torture yourself like this." Finally Marcell's voice weakened, and he slightly pushed his lunch box again in front of Weeby.

Unable to dodge again because Marcell was still firm in his stance, Weeby finally complied, she gave a small nod to Marcell, that was all Weeby did, but it could make Marcell smile so wide that his mouth almost tore.

Weeby's gaze returned to the food, but when her right hand stretched out to take it, someone had already taken the food and eaten it.

"Holy shit, this food is really good. Crazy, you often bring this stuff."

Marcell looked at Novan and Erza with fierce eyes, ready to pounce, how could he be friends with creatures like them? Without embarrassment, the two sloppy guys lunged and ate the sandwich that Marcell had specially prepared for Weeby. What a pain in the ass. Just arrived and immediately started acting up.

"Hey, what are you doing, just grabbing? This is not for you!" Marcell roared loudly, it could seize the attention of Erza and Novan who were still busy eating Marcell's lunch.

Instantly, the two boys looked at Marcell and said, "Isn't this for both of us, Cell?" Erza exclaimed innocently, followed by a nod of the head from Novan.

"Who said, this is for Weeby, this girl hasn't eaten yet because she's still weak from fainting," Marcell looked at Weeby with a flat expression, then a moment later he returned to the two friends.

Before replying to Marcell's words again, Novan hurriedly devoured the food until it was finished, "since when have you cared about Weeby, you usually fight all the time," said Novan after swallowing his last bite.

Instantly, Marcell became awkward, he did not dare look at Weeby. Weeby, meanwhile, was staring at Marcell with a flat face. Marcell, who felt stared at like that, was immediately nervous.

"Never mind, there's nothing to be gained by dealing with you two." Marcell finally gave up, and let the delicious food go into Novan and Erza's stomachs.

Novan and Erza were really crazy friends. How could they not? After snatching Marcell's lunch without permission, they then passed without even saying thank you. Marcell really had to prepare mentally to deal with all the behavior of the two of them.

"I pray that food gets lost in both of your stomachs." Marcell shouted loudly after Novan and Erza disappeared behind the classroom door.

Marcell let out a long sigh, then his gaze turned to Weeby. "Those two kids are really annoying, sorry I don't have any more food."

"Yeah, it's okay with me." A big lie, even though his stomach was rumbling for a filling.

A few minutes later, long story short, the school was dismissed because the teachers had a meeting. All the students were, of course excited themselves, they were happy that teaching and learning activities did not continue.

"By, I'll accompany you to find food, you agree, right?" Marcell returned to scrutinizing Weeby's face as he continued to stuff books into his bag.

"I don't know, I think I'll just go straight home," Weeby replied listlessly.

"But you haven't eaten since this morning, and you didn't go to the cafeteria during break. Are you really not hungry?"

"I can eat at home, thanks for your offer," said Weeby with a small smile.

It's not Marcell's name if what he hasn't gotten will just give up. As proof, Marcell still insisted on persuading and seducing Weeby.

"You brought the motorcycle. Don't think that just because you haven't eaten, you won't focus on driving. Dizziness can come anytime By, it's too dangerous for you on the road. So, will you do what I say? I don't want you to get hurt on the road."

Once again, Weeby looked at Marcell's face, Weeby could read the worry that was clearly displayed there. Marcell's eyes also looked shady, making Weeby feel touched by that.

"What's wrong with you?" Weeby grumbled, looking at Marcell sarcastically.

"You should come with me By, let's eat first."

Weeby's patience had run out, she stomped her foot in annoyance. "I can't, Marcell, my dad would be angry if I came home late. Don't care, you usually nag me too."

"Your father doesn't know that the school was dismissed."

Whether Weeby realized it or not, Weeby's words this time really pinched Marcell's kidneys; hearing that narrative was like a slap. His heart suddenly sank to the point of being carried away.

Marcell is not pretending to care, in fact, he really cares about Weeby. Marcell didn't want to see that girl drooping limply this morning. Weeby also hadn't filled her stomach, which made Marcell's anxiety level peak.

"And I told my dad just now that I'm going home early," Weeby lied.

"I'll talk to your father later, just relax!" Marcell commented with a reassuring look in his eyes.

"I don't want to Marcell, I already don't want to deal with my dad. What do you know about my dad, you haven't even met him yet," said Weeby, her eyes glaring fiercely at Marcell.

"I'm not afraid, your father is just like me," Marcell quickly refuted until Weeby's forehead wrinkled.

"What?" Marcell's words just now could not be clearly digested by Weeby's sense of hearing. In her opinion, it was too ambiguous.

Marcell finally nodded twice, his gaze not leaving Weeby's face. "I'm a guy, your father is a guy too. What are you afraid of? We both eat pizza!" Marcell said casually.

"Never mind, Cell; I'm fine. How many times have I told you? If I'm weak, why am I shouting like this all this time? That's enough to prove that I'm still strong, I'm not as weak as you think," Weeby snapped in one breath. Even though the sentence that was spoken was relatively long and rambling.

Now, Marcell could admit that Weeby was still strong, but how could she be? Was Weeby just pretending to be strong in front of him? To be sure, the pretty girl hadn't touched the food at all.

This wouldn't have happened if those two spirits hadn't bothered her. Who else but Novan and Erza?