Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Who Sit With Who
Chapter 245 – Who Sit With Who
In front of everyone, Cassius sat calmly beside Theophane, the two of them holding smiles that made onlookers shiver for reasons unknown to them.
There was a tension in the air, one that slowly filled the whole classroom, plunging it into a coldness completely different from the usual kind.
Something was clearly happening, but the lack of knowledge of what gnawed uneasily at their guts.
And yet, before they even got used to that tension, another added to it as Emrys Stormblessed pushed his chair back and stood up.
Love de Bayard looked at him with puzzled, confused eyes, clearly asking where in the hell he was going.
He let out a smile, low and eager, and whispered to her, yet it was loud enough for all of them to hear.
"I’ll sit next to Meadow today. I have something to talk to her about." He lifted his hand and tapped her shoulder in an attempt to reassure her. The effect was the complete opposite. "Let’s meet at the end of class."
With no other words, and not even a glance for Love, Emrys rose from his seat and walked slowly toward Meadow, who was sitting with Omm.
The dark-skinned girl narrowed her pink eyes behind her glasses, barely able to conceal her irritation at the situation.
Emrys, meanwhile, curled his lips in rare distaste as he turned his head toward Omm, who sat there watching this scene with a clueless expression befitting a villager.
’Why are they always together?’ Emrys asked bitterly inside his heart, before smiling at Meadow, "Can I sit beside you?"
Meadow clicked her tongue inwardly.
She’d wanted to talk with Omm about what had happened yesterday with his Skill, and also about how she’d already filled out the application form for the Writer’s Club.
But all of that became impossible with Emrys sticking his nose around her.
A rare surge of annoyance crawled through Meadow’s heart, and the young Tycoon nearly lost her composure and hissed at him to go away.
But she didn’t.
In fact, she decided she might as well use the fact that Emrys was clearly interested in her to help her leader, Mr. Earth.
There was nothing easier than getting a smitten man to talk.
So with a smile barely visible, she nodded and gestured beside her, "You can, of course."
It was a small smile. One could even call it a forced one. Yet that was enough to make Emrys believe there was indeed some hope for his endeavor.
His smile widened as he sat beside her, immediately talking.
But the Chosen One hardly had subjects to talk about. In most cases — if not every time — it was the women who started the conversation, and all he did was answer and follow along.
With his power and background, and Anesthesia’s help besides, Emrys had never struggled with a woman.
But now he found himself in a situation where he was the one interested.
So, without thinking better of it, he began with the only subject he could talk about endlessly: himself.
"You know, I’ve regained my arm now." Emrys said, flexing his right arm, "You’ll never guess how I did it."
"Oh, really? Enlighten me."
Meadow Wealth began to entertain him.
Yet, deep inside, she felt the need to make sure Omm wasn’t misreading anything.
So under the table, unseen by anyone, she stretched her right hand and grasped his, feeling the strange coolness of his skin, and shot him a brief but meaningful glance.
But it was all unnecessary.
Omm wasn’t thinking anything close to a misunderstanding. To him, it was very normal for his Miss to attract men like Emrys. She was beautiful and wealthy and had a good character.
He didn’t think much of it, as long as his Miss didn’t mind.
However, his heart nearly skipped a beat when he felt a presence beside him; one he recognized instantly by the warm, yet needy feeling it gave off.
He turned his head slowly and, as expected, found Jeanne Safara staring at him with her golden eyes.
"Can I sit with you?" she whispered, leaning close to his face at the same time. But leaning so close, she noticed Meadow holding his hand.
Her eyes went cold instantly, and she lifted her head, noticing Meadow was looking at her too.
Neither said anything, but Omm felt as though he were caught between boiling lava about to erupt.
Fortunately, Jeanne broke the staring contest and turned her focus back to Omm, taking his other hand under the table.
"Well? Can I sit with you?"
"I doubt you’ll leave if I say no, right?"
"You’re right."
"Then you can sit." He said, silently begging for class to begin already. He felt like the tension in the room had climbed a whole new level.
Jeanne smiled, amused by his flustered face. She only ever felt this kind of mundane peace beside Omm. Her smile deepened as she snuggled closer to him, not caring at all what others might think.
This particular scene was watched by every student in the classroom — especially by Love, who was looking at Emrys with eyes no one could read, and at Meadow with a hidden intent to murder.
Her pink eyes glowed subtly, and her body trembled ever so slightly. But she stopped watching them the instant she felt a presence beside her. She turned and saw Klaus sitting on her right, smiling widely.
"I’m so happy to see your ugly face twisting in anger this early in the morning." He said, making himself comfortable.
"What are you doing?" Love hissed under her breath, "How dare you sit beside me? Move away, you damn bloody bastard."
"Shouldn’t you be grateful?" he whispered, "I’m gracing you with my presence when you’ve been left alone without a single care."
He laughed, finding the situation particularly funny.
"Turn your head and look at Emrys." His voice dropped even lower, and he leaned in closer to Love to speak. She didn’t move, only spared him a death glare.
Klaus pressed on regardless.
"He’s smiling and talking enthusiastically with Meadow. In fact, Love, I’ve never seen him smile so much beside you, let alone talk. How boring must you be to bore even someone as easily entertained as Emrys?"
"Boring? I’m boring?" she hissed like a deadly snake about to strike, "It’s not my damn fault if the man himself is a whore who likes to entertain a different girl every time."
"Oh? Careful, Love. I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut."
"But you will keep your mouth shut with me." Love smiled, making sure no one heard, "You’ve already seen that video. You already know, don’t you? I have no reason to pretend in front of you. If I want to call him a whore, then he is one. But he’s my fucking whore."
"Only you could be jealous of a whore. You’re so pathetic."
"And only you could love someone who cucked you." Love whispered back, smirking widely, "oh, is that your fetish, maybe?"
Klaus’s face twisted into deep, profound disgust. He nearly gagged.
"Me? Love? You?" he shook his head in disbelief, "You must be losing your damn mind. No one could love a woman like you. Why do you think Emrys is already chasing other women despite officially being your boyfriend? He doesn’t love you, and worse — he doesn’t even respect you enough to hide it. See, Love, I think I understand now why you cling to your reputation and your Model career so much."
He leaned in, his face so close that anyone behind them would have thought they were kissing.
"...it’s simply because you have nothing else besides that. You have no love but the love of your fans. And that love comes from people you despise. Wow. You call me pathetic, but you’re the pitiful one."
Love’s eyes flashed as she looked back at him.
"No one loves me?" she growled, indignation and anger fueling every word.
"For someone named Love, what an irony. One I like very much, for sure."
Love’s eyes narrowed before a cold smirk spread across her pink lips, "But you love me, Klaus." she said, "You love this boring woman, what does that make you?"
"The very fact you think I love you is actually maddening." Klaus laughed incredulously, "Do you think I’d threaten, punch, and want to kill the one I love?"
"Everyone has their own way of loving." She shrugged mockingly, "Look at Emrys, his way is to be a whore. Look at you, yours is to be a damn bastard. You’re almost better than him on that front. You should be happy."
"I hate talking to stupid women." Klaus muttered, "Just shut your mouth already. I’m sitting here to make things difficult for you and Emrys, don’t talk to me, bitch."
Love glared at Klaus from the corner of her eye, momentarily forgetting the matter with Emrys.
"You love me, Klaus." She repeated, "That’s why you’re doing all of this."
Klaus didn’t bother to answer. He took out his phone and began browsing, as if to say Love was deeply, achingly boring.
She clenched her jaw tight, slid her hand under the table, and punched his stomach with a fist inscribed with the rune of penetration.
Klaus gasped in pain, not expecting that at all. He snapped his attention toward her and saw Love smiling, dark thoughts swirling behind her eyes.
"You broke my nose yesterday. Wait for my comeback."
"Is this how you show you’re not boring? Pitiful. I’d rather go back to Naty and crybaby. They’re more interesting than you."
Klaus began to stand up, genuinely planning to leave. However, Love hissed coldly,
"If you leave, I’ll publish your pictures. Sit the fuck down."
Emrys had already left her side for Meadow. How could she bear to watch Klaus, this bastard, leave her too? What would others think? That she was a boring woman? That she was a woman men abandoned for other bitches?
Love had never once imagined she’d one day be afraid of being "boring." And that feeling didn’t sit well with her.
Klaus, however, didn’t care at all. He ignored her words and began to walk away, but Love stretched out her hand, grabbed the edge of his uniform, and yanked him back down with all her strength.
The motion was so unexpected that his ass slammed hard into the seat...just in time for the classroom door to burst open, revealing the teacher entering with a peaceful smile.
It was finally 9am.
Klaus snapped his head angrily toward Love, finding her grinning wickedly at him.
"Good Morning, Lord S—!" Helene stopped abruptly, coughing, before speaking again, "Good morning, dear students!"
"Love, you damn bitch." Klaus hissed.
Love smirked, "Shut your mouth and listen to the teacher."
And the class began.
—End of Chapter 245—
