Chapter 5 STRANGE FATE

"What are you two doing? Together on the roof? Are you lovers?" the three boys mocked again. Still laughing at each other as if the sight of Alexa and Jonathan talking seriously while enveloped in a tense atmosphere was something to laugh about.

"Oh my, you guys are starting a relationship. A new couple? That's right, a new couple!"

Damn that phrase managed to bring heat to both of Alexa's cheeks, perhaps a pink blush had appeared there. Timidly, the girl looked up at him. Predictably, the boy looked away in annoyance. The expression that had softened again hardened just as easily.

"It's not like that!" snapped her, not wanting to make things worse.

"Hard denial is a powerful truth," the boy shouted with a wide, irritating laugh. Then one of them jumped down nimbly.

"Jonathan Flint, what do you think?" The boy whose name Alexa did not know approached Jonathan using his fierce look.

"You guys are from class E, aren't you?" guessed Jonathan, raising a flat voice.

"Flint, you're good at guessing. Is the average A class student smart like you?" said him.

"That's not important," he snapped. "It looks like the E class students are talkative like you guys. But not good at thinking."

Sure enough his words that stabbed offended the boys and hurt their pride. "Gosh, how arrogant is class A," he snorted. Staring at Alexa Kinsey and Jonathan. Then returned to stare him.

"You think you're so smart?" said another boy, who looked much worse than the boy in front of Jonathan.

Jonathan didn't comment, he just rolled his eyes. Because his smart head knew very well, he had to save his energy to think about things that were more worth thinking about than wasting energy answering their stupid words.

"Why is your eyes are so beautiful?" The scruffy-looking boy brought his face closer to Alexa's. Don't know what he meant, just to observe her amber eyes, or to observe something else. And she practically stepped back, step by step.

"Oh, no. Why did I just find out that there's such a cute girl in this school?" said the boy again.

A click of the tongue escaped Jonathan's lips. "What are you doing?" he snapped sternly, his hand trying to block the scruffy-looking boy's body from getting any closer to the girl.

His other hand pulled Alexa's arm to take cover behind his back. At that moment, anyone treated like that would have a hard time being normal, thinking normally, and assuming he hated her. Just for a moment, she felt that Jonathan had some concern for her.

"See, he's denying, but trying to protect her."

"What a romantic couple," shouted the boy still on the roof. The two boys returned to their wide, mocking laughter.

Jonathan sighed loudly, feeling his pride slightly hurt, and embarrassed. "You three are just talking about nothing important," he said.

Then without looking at Alexa again, he walked past the boy who had been standing in front of him with explosive emotions, walked towards the door and left the girl alone, though she also quickly followed Jonathan Flint in order not to let herself get stuck on the roof with the boy.

Unfortunately since then the gossip about her and Jonathan Flint spread massively, beating other hot gossips. Her relationship with that boy was also getting worse. Thus, a piercing look was often thrown at her by him when their eyes accidentally met.

Feeling that if she did something again, the situation would not improve. The girl just let things roll, going with the flow.

The gossip didn't die down until she was in her last year of high school. As fact after fact emerged and was able to present the truth, albeit very late, it eventually disappeared on its own, although traces still remained.

The passage of time did not change her relationship with him. Neither getting closer nor further away. Now and then, their eyes would accidentally meet, then look away from each other, and look back again.

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Last year of high school ....

Alexa Kinsey stood in front of the glass-filled high-rise building located in Soho. Oh, well, I'm in the mood for Japanese food, udon looks like it would be good, she sighed happily.

She hurriedly walked into the restaurant, forgetting the little argument with her mother that had happened this morning. In retrospect, it was strange that her mother had to threaten her to come to this place just for an ordinary dinner.

But her mother's behavior lately was suddenly very strange. Suddenly more attentive to herself, manifesting by wearing clothes that had not been worn when she was with her father. Not to forget changing her hairstyle to look more stylish. Emma Dixon should have remembered, she was no longer young.

"Excuse me, can you show me the table that Emma Dixon has reserved?" asked her to a neatly dressed woman in their restaurant's signature uniform. The woman flashed a friendly smile before indicating a table with six chairs.

"Thank you very much," she responded, walking back past the few tables that had been filled with patrons, some with only 'reserved' written on them. The table her mother had reserved was located at the far end of the room, right in the corner.

Then, the girl dropped her hips when she found the table her mother had reserved. However, when she suddenly realized that someone else was occupying the same table, she immediately looked to the side.

"Oh, my gosh!" her reaction was outrageous, and she stupidly couldn't contain the boy sitting next to her was shocked as he covered his ears, preventing Alexa's shrill voice from damaging his eardrums.

"Gosh, can't you keep your voice down?" he said unhappily.

As if Jonathan's words could make her realize to keep the volume of her voice in the restaurant, both hands rushed to cover her mouth, "Sorry ...."

He threw an annoyed look. She really wanted to curse this annoying boy. Couldn't he keep his facial expression for a moment? So that cold face disappeared for a moment.

What kind of fate was this? Why couldn't her clear eyes catch this boy's presence at the table, she wanted to go to. "Sorry...," she tried to ignore his annoying look. "Isn't this the table Emma Dixon ordered?"

Jonathan Flint blinked in surprise. "No, I'm sitting here because this table was reserved by my father, Joan Flint."

In the midst of the awkwardness, she sighed softly. Although she did not accept Jonathan's unpleasant treatment, she gave up on fighting over the table with him. "Maybe I picked the wrong table."

Not wanting a showdown to arise, she straightened up and moved to the opposite table while he was still staring at her. Unfortunately, because of that brief interaction, her heart rate shot up.

It was infuriating how a cold-blooded boy who was so far from the ideal type she had set could provoke such a flutter in her heart.

Damn, she hissed, not letting her eyes wander to him again. Apparently being around people she is like isn't necessarily fun. It was quite excruciating when suddenly her chest felt tight - her whole body was frozen with a strange fear - and a tinge of amusement slipped into her mind.

It was more fun to watch him from a place that he never reached, secretly. At that moment, a pleasant thrill would come over her. In fact, being a secret admirer is more fun.

In order to calm her racing heart, she twisted her mind to something more worth thinking about. That's right, she was supposed to write a report on the things she learned in the culinary arts.

A weekly report that should be sent to his father, Shane Kinsey. Who had been living in Ohio-America. Since her parents divorce four years ago, her American father had decided to return to his hometown and set up a pastry shop there.

Perhaps it was her father who passed on this talent to Alexa, so enthusiastic was she in learning the culinary arts more than anything else in the world.

"Alexa, why are you sitting here? We should be sitting there."

"Alexa, why are you sitting here? We should be sitting there." The voice forced Alexa to lift her head unwillingly from the pages of the report she was immersed in.

Her eyes could see Rylee Kinsey arriving without her mother. Alexa thought her younger brother would be there with his mother, but she was wrong.

She could see that Jonathan was dropping his gaze in her direction. Realizing that, one hand moved vigorously, pulling her younger brother's arm to quickly take his place next to her.

"I don't understand why he's sitting there either?" she said softly. Rylee gaze automatically returned to Jonathan. And that practically made him look back at her.

"Don't look at him!" she hissed irritably, "because I don't want him to look back at me."

Rylee raised one eyebrow. "What's wrong, Alexa?" he asked, not understanding. "He goes to the same school as us, doesn't he?"

Alexa nodded while looking at Rylee meaningfully. An explanation was about to be released to him, but before it could be, Emma Dixon's presence cut Alexa off.

Her mother's presence didn't surprise her at all, but the presence of a male stranger whose palms were intertwined with her mother's did. Oh my, is it him?