William Johnson
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Graduation came and Rocco, Maynard, and Conrad marched to get their degrees. Since Maynard and Conrad graduated the same day, and Rocco's graduation was after a week, the two courteously waited for Rocco to graduate to celebrate another milestone they achieved together. Grand and a money spender as Maynard was, he took Conrad and Rocco to a high-end bar. Everything was set, as he already booked the presidential suite for the three of them. Having no choice and not wanting to spoil the celebration, Rocco…-
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Rocco, Maynard, and Conrad graduated from the academy together. Rocco managed to cinch the valedictorian despite his daily struggles, making his scholarship worth it. His friends were proud of him, even though Conrad had been the top one since he was a child. Rocco was a worthy opponent, and Conrad took pride in this 'lost.' At least, there was one person who gave him the thrill because being first was boring if there was no worthy challenge. Maynard, on the other hand, had no actual pressure in his…
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In the end, Rocco barely bought clothes from the thrift shop while Maynard and Conrad waited for him outside the stall. When he came out, the two didn't speak much as they had already walked away. He walked several steps behind Maynard and Conrad, darting his eyes behind the duo's back. Conrad and Maynard's personalities were poles apart. Conrad was aloof, while Maynard was a social butterfly. It was the reason Rocco got close to Maynard first because the man was the happy-go-lucky type. But even so, the…
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"Useless idiot! Just what do you think you're doing, hah!?" The store owner pressed a finger on Rocco's head while the latter kept his eyes down. "This is why people like you are at rock bottom! With all those detergents you wasted, I won't pay you for the week." Rocco raised his head and talked back. "But I just can't get paid for a week. I still have —" Slap! "Don't you have manners, hah?!" the store owner, who was in his mid-forties slapped the youth without a second hesitation. He was a fat, big…
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"Ugh… I'm so bored." The seventeen-year-old Maynard scrunched his nose, looking at his friend, Conrad, who was reading a book silently. It had been their habit to idle in the academy's greenhouse every vacant time. Or rather, it had always been Maynard's accompanying Conrad and complaining about how bored he was. Maynard was almost reclining in the chair with his leg on top of his knee. His hands were linked behind his head, supporting its weight, wondering what else to do. "Damn…" he whistled,…
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"Come. Let's drink, son. That coffee will not make you sleep, this will." Asher darted his eyes at the glass of scotch and his father's playful grin. Maynard reached for another glass stored in the drawer as if he already knew his son's answer. At times like this, Asher couldn't help but wonder why his father was like this. "What kind of father invites his son for a drink?" Asher muttered, leaving the kitchen as he marched toward the bar counter. He dragged the stool across Maynard, perching on it…
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Asher had heard about what happened tonight in the Blac Residence. Although the Blac Family were people who enjoyed the luxury of privacy, the Stone family had a few friends that were also connected to the Quinns. The Quinn family probably didn't detail everything and mostly asked how to appease the elders of the Blac family, but Asher guess what happened. "Cosette," he whispered, leaning back and resting his leg over the other. Asher was sitting in his home office, staring at the computer on his desk,…
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Cosette and Maxen lay down on the bed, facing each other. Their hands were intertwined between them, staring at each other, smiling. With only the golden light from the nightstand as their source of light, she still looked pretty. From her point of view, she could still barely see Maxen, since his back was facing the lamp. "Why?" she asked after a long silence, making his brows raise in confusion. "Why do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid I am lying?" pA n,dan(-)0ve1.c0m Maxen smiled, peeling one…
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Cosette hugged her knees, sitting in the middle of the bed, lights off. The only source of light was the light from outside, filtering through the window. After the drama she had caused, Cosette was assisted to her room. To avoid questions from them, she asked them for some space and time. "Maxen was the worse when jealous," she whispered, resting her chin on her knees. "I feel guilty." Cosette wasn't the nicest person there was in this world. She had done things she considered unforgivable. Especially…
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"Please let my papa go." Maxen stared at Cosette blankly, noticing the utter fear in her eyes. The anger in them already disappeared, replaced with nothing but fear and helplessness. "I will give you everything you want. Don't take my papa away from me." His grip on her other wrist loosened as Cosette pleaded something he didn't expect. Didn't her father die a long time ago? Why was she saying this now? Maxen studied her eyes and she was dead serious. "Papa." She looked back and rushed to Asher,…
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