Chapter 3 The lying woman

Chapter 3

"Huh?" Shocked, he looked at the face of the lying woman and his eyes widened when he saw that it was Sunny who was being beaten by the three Grade 12s.

"Hey! That's my brother!" he shouted as he ran towards them. He jumped and hit his backpack hard on the girl who was looking down on his sister.

One fell down. He pulled the hair of a woman who ran at Sunny to keep her away from her brother. He faced her and angrily argued with her. She screamed when someone pulled her hair from behind. That girl he hit with a bag. Even though he felt like his head was about to be pulled out, he didn't let go of the hair of the woman in front of him.

Tere approached them and grabbed the woman who was behind her, they both fell to the floor and rolled around until someone thought to pull them away.

The man who lifted him up stood him up. He hugged her.

"Easy, easy, wean now, Amelie," he said to her.

He looked at her breathlessly. He was surprised to see Drake smiling. He immediately separated from her and picked up his bag from the floor. He approached Tere who was sitting on the floor and helped her stand up. He looked around. Some of the men they had fought with. While Tristan surrounds Sunny. He could see the anger and worry on Tristan's face as he took off his jacket and put it on his brother.

He saw some scratches on his brother's face and neck. Once again he felt anger towards his enemies.

"Let's go," he said to Tere.

But before they could leave, Drake put his arm around them. "Come with us," he said.

He frowned. "Why should we go with you?" he said and tried to remove his arm from her shoulder.

"Because Melody's group might be waiting for you outside," said Drake and sneered at the Grade 12 student they had a fight with. They look down on them. He didn't say a word and he didn't object anymore.

"Are you all right, Amelie?" Sunny asked him when they got close to them.

"Why are you fighting?" frowned when he asked her while fixing the button of her blouse that was broken. "Do you have a pardible?" He turned to Tere.

Tere immediately rummaged through her bag even though she hadn't fixed her messy hair yet. He laughed at Tere's appearance, her hair looked like a bird's nest.

"You look like a rape!" he said with a laugh.

He frowned at her while rummaging through the bag and looking for something to say.

"You look like an electric ship!" he said and laughed too.

"Okay, ah? You two are still very happy," Bench commented to them with raised eyebrows.

They turned around at the same time. Everyone was looking at them and admiring their two friends. He was stunned and slightly embarrassed especially when he saw Tristan looking at him.

"I don't have anything to say, besh," said Tere.

Drake took off his jacket and handed it to her. "Just put it on," he said.

He shyly took it and put it on.

"Are you not hurt?" Drake asked him as they walked. He followed her while they followed behind Tristan and Sunny.

Tristan's hand was on Sunny's back, helping her walk as the two whispered softly.

"Are they already?" he asked Drake who ignored his question to him earlier.

It shrugged.

"I don't know. We don't know what the score is between the two of them. Why? Are you jealous?" it pointedly asked him.

He went over and tormented her.

Of course. . . He whispered in his mind. But he didn't say it because he knew that Drake would just point at him. He really shouldn't have gone with them, he wasn't with Tere yet because his older brother picked her up.

"You know, I didn't think you would defend Sunny over there in Melody's group," he said making her turn around.

"He's my brother, I tend to help him when I see him hurt. When you see someone else beating your brother, won't you do what I did?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have a brother," he answered simply.

"Shhh!" he shouted and he didn't say a word again.

He focused his eyes on Sunny and Tristan. He is jealous of his brother, he also wants to experience being supported by Tristan like a precious thing that he is ready to protect at any time. He wants her to look at him too as if she is such a beautiful sight that he can't bear not to look at.

He wants to be at Sunny's place.

"Let's eat fishball first!" said Bench and started walking towards the fishball vendor.

"You're free, come on!" Drake said to him, he even grabbed him by the elbow and led him to the fishball vendor.

"Here," said Tristan to Sunny, handing him the plastic cup with only a fishball and kikiam to skewer it himself.

"You want me to take you too?" Drake asked him.

He frowned. He wondered why he had been noticing her as if he had been kind to her. He didn't used to be like this, he often teased and teased him which he hasn't been doing since before. Nor does it separate from him.

"Do you like me?" he asked directly here.

He was surprised by his question and he was not the only one who was surprised because their companions also turned to them, including Tristan. He suddenly felt ashamed.

"Oooooh! Relationship!" Justin shouted, joining Bench and Carlo as they laughed. Even Tristan smiled, while Sunny frowned as she looked at both of them and Drake.

"That's just hunger!" said Drake with red ears and unable to look at him directly.

He bit his lower lip. He felt ashamed because of the covering of his mouth. Tristan might later think that he assumed too much to think that Drake liked him. Drake is handsome, even Bench, Justin, and Carlo. That's why they are popular on campus. So it was very impossible when he asked Drake earlier because who is he? She's just Amelie. She's not beautiful anymore, she's not as smart as Sunny.

He just took what Drake handed him and started eating. He didn't look up even though Drake sat next to him again and started eating. When they finished, Drake even took his plastic cup and stick from him to throw away. They were showered with temptation that they just laughed at.

"It's better to come with us every day," said Drake when they were walking. He bowed to her. "Melody won't stop until they get revenge," he said with concern in his voice.

"Why did he collide with Sunny?" he asked.

Drake leaned close to him to whisper. "Melody is Tristan's ex," he whispered softly.

Her eyes widened and she looked at him. "Really?"

It nodded. "Maybe that's why he fought Sunny because it was rumored that Tristan was courting Sunny."

It felt like someone kicked him in the chest when he heard it. Tristan dating Sunny? He glanced at the two in front of them. That's why they are so close. That's why it's too much if Tristan takes care of it.

Tristan likes Sunny. . . and the pain, they don't have a relationship with Tristan because that's unlikely to happen but the pain-pain. It's like he's been betrayed.

He didn't say anything and Drake noticed that so he kept quiet until they reached their street. He even saw when Tristan caressed Sunny's arm before saying goodbye.

"Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?" Drake asked him. His face was serious but obviously nervous.

"Why?" he wondered.

"So that we can go to school together."

He rolled his eyes. "Tomorrow is Saturday, no school."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Yes it is."

"Drake! Get over it!" Carlo called Drake. Carlo was walking first and Tristan was with them.

"Bye!" said Drake to him who just nodded.

"Drake flirting with you?" Sunny asked when it was just the two of them walking together.

He frowned. "Where did you get that?"

"It's obvious that Drake likes you," he said smiling but Sunny's eyes had another emotion that he didn't know what.

He didn't pay attention to that because of what he said. He? Drake will like it? Impossible!

"You just thought that. Wait, what excuse are you going to make to Aunt and Daddy when they see your bruises and scratches?" he asked.

"They're gone today. Tomorrow I'll just put on concealer."

He nodded. He remembered that his daddy was out of town with Sunny's mommy. Now only the two of them and the helpers will be left at home.

"Thank you, by the way."

He turned to Sunny.

"Thank you for helping me earlier," he said.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm your brother, eh," he answered simply and entered the house first.

weekend and his mommy picked him up early and left him at his grandmother's house before she left. He is so used to it that he doesn't care about her even though instead of being with him and bonding, he prefers to leave her in the care of his grandmother and grandfather.

He just waved and dropped the backpack in the living room then ran to the other house.

"Good morning, Sister Melba!" he greeted the maid who was watering the plant. He just nodded at her.

He excitedly entered the house and immediately looked for Aunt Bianca. He just stopped entering the kitchen when Tristan passed in front of him, still yawning, obviously still sleepy because his eyes were wide open, his hair was messy, he looked like he just got out of bed.

He gulped, as if he was holding his breath when he saw her. Just now he saw Tristan who had just woken up but was still handsome.

"Hey!"

He looked at Brother Travis who was wearing his basketball uniform again and was holding a ball. He grinned at her and his eyes were dry.

"You're in love again," he said while walking with her.

If it's possible to fall in love with someone over and over again, that's what happens to him when he sees Tristan. He falls down again and again and doesn't know if he can get up. He just sighed as he followed Tristan.

"He's really handsome, Brother," he said daydreaming.

Brother Travis strangled his arm around his neck and laughed and pulled him towards the dining area. Tito Henry is already there Tristan's Daddy and Brother Travis and Aunt Bianca is next to him serving his wife. Tristan was already sitting and quietly drinking coffee.

"Mom, your son-in-law is here," Brother Travis laughed.

Annoyed, he elbowed her for being silly. His face kept getting red because of the heat. He couldn't even catch a glimpse of Tristan.

"G-Good morning p-po . . ." he greeted them shyly.

The couple also greeted him with a smile. "Sit down, hija, have you had breakfast yet?" Aunt Bianca asked kindly.

"For sure not yet. I saw him running here in a hurry, huh," Brother Travis laughed at him.

Uncle Henry also laughed. "Can we adopt Amelie, sweetie?" Uncle Henry joked.

"Oh, you'll end up with incest, Ami," Brother Travis whispered. He elbowed him because he was really embarrassed. He simply glanced at Tristan from the corner of his eye. It doesn't care about its surroundings and just eats quietly.

He couldn't help but imagine that he was taking care of Tristan while he was having breakfast. He will cook breakfast, make her coffee in the morning then she will thank him and hug him, and much more. Haaaaay . . .

Since she was twelve, her dream was to serve Tristan, to be his mistress. That's why he's just now learning how to cook. She also finds out what her favorite foods are with the help of Aunt Bianca.

"By the way, Tristan, have you taken the entrance exam at the university?" Tito Hentry asked, stopping him from eating.

"Yes, Dad," Tristan answered.

By the way, Tristan is graduating from this college next term. He doesn't see it often anymore. He suddenly felt sad. That's why he tries to come in every day to see it.

"Good. As for you, Travis, how are your grades?" Uncle Henry turned to his eldest.

"Good, good, Dad," Brother Travis answered even though his mouth was full of food.

"That's great!" Uncle Henry was satisfied with the children's answer.

when breakfast was over, Uncle Henry and Brother Travis also left. He was left in the kitchen with Aunt Bianca, helping her to clean up the food and prepare something for them to bake. Meanwhile, Tristan went up to his room again.

He was already whipping the whip cream when someone called Tita Bianca and she told him that she would just answer the call.

He stiffened where he stood when he saw Tristan enter the kitchen. He had already taken a bath and was wearing his house clothes while someone put an earphone in his ear. He looks fresh while his hands are full of flour and he's a bit sour. He was a little embarrassed. He and Tristan looked at each other and he almost gasped. He almost threw himself on it. She quickly looked away from Tristan so that he wouldn't notice that she was suddenly excited when he came.

His imagination becomes mischievous again, he begins to daydream again and there is no one else in his dream but Tristan. His eyes followed Tristan's every move.

Tristan went to the fridge and got some juice. He felt his actions in the kitchen until he was startled when he sat on the stool next to him.

"What is that?" he asked her casually.

"Huh?" he asked stammering even though he heard it. His eng-eng is working again. She was shocked when he talked to her. He looked dumbfounded just looking at it.

"I said, what is that?" he repeated with a glance at what he was doing.

"Ahhh . . . w-whip cream," he muttered. He couldn't stop his own gasp because Tristan was so close to him, he could smell his perfume playing and lingering in his nose.

"For the cupcakes?" he asked again while drinking juice.

He didn't know what to do first. Stare at it while drinking or answer its question.

"A-Are you attending the valentines' ball? Grade 10 is involved, isn't it?"

He blinked. Valentines' ball is only two weeks away. And yes, with the Grade 10 students, but he has no intention of attending because he has nothing to do there. He doesn't have a date and Tere won't attend either.

"Yes, including the Grade 10s. It was announced last month." He was about to reach for the liquid food color when Tristan went ahead of him and it was he who handed it to him.

"T-Thanks."

It wasn't just her voice that shook as well as her hands because her and Tristan's hands almost touched.

"A-Are you attending?" it asked.

He bent down and let his hair block his face so he couldn't see the thrill that was hiding in his smile. He didn't want to assume but he really felt that there was something in Tristan's questions.

He shook his head gently. "I don't know. I don't have anyone to attend."

"If I come with you, will you go?" Tristan asked expectantly.

He bit his lip hard to stifle a loud scream.

"W-Will you come with me?" he asked hopefully.

"Mmm . . . I'll pick you up," he said then got up and left the kitchen.

His knees got weak so he sat on the floor.

Tristan will accompany her to the ball! Tristan will be with her at the ball!

"Oh, Amelie, what happened?" Aunt Bianca asked worriedly as she was quickly attended to and helped to stand. "Are you sick?"

He shook his head with rolling eyes. She was so shocked. It's Tristan! Tristan invited him!

Aunt, your daughter is strong enough to thrill!

To Be Continued...