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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 241.

Chapter 241.

    Chapter 241.


    <strong>Chapter 241. The Valentine’s Day School Dance:<b> What’s Troubling Alicia. (1/5)</b></strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sat back and rxed as the DJ yed song after song.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO, Payphone by Maroon 5, Gentleman by Psy, and both Closer and Paris by The Chainsmokers. There were a few nightcore versions of songs as well. How Do You Do by Boom, Wildfire, a vocaloid song, and I Can’t Get High by Royal & the Serpent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When it was about 3:15 PM the DJ yed Gangnam Style by Psy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When the song finished, Alicia returned to the wall directly below me. She scanned the surroundings over, looking for someone, but it seemed she didn’t spot whoever she was looking for. Honestly, her figure looked a bit lonesome from above.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa didn’t pull her along to slow dance this time. She’d been intercepted and surrounded by a bunch of second and third-year guys which left Alicia isted by the wall alone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for those who intercepted Rosa… I had the sneaking suspicion it was under the direction of the student council president. It seemed he was finally making his move.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once the lighting had been adjusted in the room to fit the slow song, the DJ made an announcement.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This one goes out to all the beautifuldies here today.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">As the DJ made that announcement and the first lyric to the sound yed, Jass stepped forward once more and headed toward Alicia with the conviction to be mercilessly ughtered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">My life is brilliant.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">You''re Beautiful by James Blunt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pffft hahahaha!” I covered my mouth and ducked down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The second I recognized the song I burst out into aughing fit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was too funny.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for why, it was because it fit him too well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">My life is brilliant, my love is pure. I saw an angel, of that I''m sure.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t take it. I’dugh myself to death at this rate. I weakly pulled myself up from the ground and leaned all my weight on the railing as I did my best to keep in myughter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">She smiled at me on the subway.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Please stop. I’ve got stuff to take care of now that the student council president looks to be finally making a move, Jass. I’m seriously not going to make it because of you making me want tough.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">She was with another man.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ugh. This line. The guilt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">But I won''t lose no sleep on that</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">You won’t? What the hell, aren’t you pretty amazing?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">''Cause I''ve got a n.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">What the hell is this n you speak of? It better be damn good man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">You''re beautiful.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Huh?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">You''re beautiful.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bro, that’s not your n, is it?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">You''re beautiful, it''s true.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Say it ain’t so. For real? Your n is to just tell her she’s beautiful a bunch of times? I don’t think that’s going to work out man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I rushed down the stairs unable to take it anymore.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you okay? Your condition looks like it’s gotten worse.” The teacher at the bottom of the stairs asked me that. It seems he didn’t need to switch out. His sses were probably in the morning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m still feeling pretty sick, it seems it’s gotten worse rather than better.. Do you mind if I leave a bit early?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not a problem. Go right ahead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I headed out the side door exit directly beside the teacher that exited out into the main hallway a short distance away from the gymnasium’s main entrance. There were two sets of doors with a small corridor between them before you entered the main hallway. I took out a pencil I kept in my pocket and wedged it in the second door that was locked from the main hallway side to keep it open.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After that, I rushed back to my locker and retrieved my bag. I looked left and right and made sure the coast was clear. I put in my blue contacts, quickly ruffled my hair up with some styling paste, and removed my school zer. I took out a ck zip-up hoodie from my bag and wore it over my white-cored shirt with the hood up and low to obstruct my eyes. I also changed out my old pair of shoes for the new ones Irene got me that I nned to wear at work from now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Fully changed, with my head low, and my zer under one arm covering my second pair of shoes, I rushed back to the gymnasium right before the song was about to end. I threw my zer and shoes in the corner to the side of some lockers outside the gymnasium exit I initially came out of.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t enter through here though, rather, I went around to the gymnasium’s main entrance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who are you?” Right as I was about to enter, the vice president who was coincidentally walking out of the gymnasium at the same time suddenly stopped me. I raised my right hand up and showed her the back with the stamp.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was a bit cold and I swapped into a sweater. I was inside up until just now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. Sorry about that. Please go ahead. You shouldn’t have your hood up indoors though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. As for the hood, sorry about that. I’m just really cold, I was outside getting some fresh air just now, I’ll take it off as soon as I warm up a bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Phew. That could have been more troublesome than necessary if she was a stickler for the school rules. It was pretty unexpected for the student council vice president to be so easygoing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I walked past her into the gymnasium and noticed the situation had changed in the two minutes I’d been away.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The student council president had finally made his move. He was beside Jass, in front of Alicia, with his hand stretched out toward her. He was trying to make use of Jass and put Alicia into a position where it was impossible to reject him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">There must be an angel with a smile on her face</i><span style="font-weight:400">...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That angel was not smiling at all. Rather, she looked sad and troubled by the situation she’d been put into. She’d rejected who knows how many guys’ requests by this point. She appearedpletely drained.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Up until this point, she still hadn’t slow danced with any boys. She was trying her best to avoid it. She couldn’t slow dance with me publicly because of my rtionship with Rosa. But that was only the case for Ran. Right now I was Sean, her coworker.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">But it''s time to face the truth.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I walked over to where they were located and stopped beside the two. They didn’t even notice when I arrived as they were too busy staring each other down. I extended my arm out and forcefully grabbed Alicia’s hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">I will never be with you.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You will be with me for this next song,” I stated with my voice altered to the point it was unrecognizable.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? What is it now?” Alicia seemed exasperated when yet another party was thrown into the fray out of nowhere.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dance with me for this next song.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry, I ca-” She hadn’t looked up. She had her eyes glued to the ground and hadn’t realized my identity.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just shut up and dance with me.” I pulled her up to her feet. She looked up at me and caught a glimpse of my eyes on her way to her feet only after I asked in such a rude fashion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Wha-” Alicia didn’t know what to say. Before she could say anything a handnded on my shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you think you’re doing? Who are you? Are you even a student here?” The student council president asked interrogatively.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Without turning to him, I raised my right hand and shed the stamp on the back of my hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I paid to get in and received a stamp like everyone else, there shouldn’t be any problems with that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re not a student here there is a problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dumbass, I’m her boyfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shook his hand off and spun Alicia around to my side with my arm behind her waist.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Boyfriend? I can hardly believe you’re her boyfriend. Aren’t you making things up to try and get out of trouble for sneaking in here and forging that stamp?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Making things up? Alicia, am I your boyfriend, or an imposter like this guy says?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… that is…” She had a hard time confirming it. Her eyes swam from side to side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As expected, Alicia’s troubled now because of your lie. She’s so kind she doesn’t want to get even an unscrupulous shady person like you into trouble despite how you snuck in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not it!” Alicia finally spoke up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Alicia, what do you mean that’s not it?” The student council president asked, deeply confused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She means this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmmnmmm!” Alicia let out a startled sound when I leaned in and kissed her daringly in front of everyone. All eyes had been drawn to themotion. I’d kept my face outside the student council president’s line of sight with the hood I had on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With the poor lighting, and my hood up, those far away couldn’t make out my facial features very well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” silence descended, everyone was shocked into speechlessness by the sudden turn of events.
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