Chapter 246.


    <strong>Chapter 246. The Troubling Goth Girl. (1/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few days passed by without any major happenings. It was now Friday.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Alicia was no longer down and she’d been more cheerful than ever at work.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tuesday I’d mailed out Wisteria’s fudge priority mail and she received it this morning. I got a desperate message from her this morning begging me to send her more.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for Rosa, with Alicia back to normal, she’d been in a great mood. Rather than their rtionship deteriorating from what she’d done, it had only grown closer. They were more intimate than before the entire debacle transpired. In fact… I felt like they were more intimate with each other than they were with me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, that was because I kept my distance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for Irene, she was the same as Rosa. Her daughter back to normal meant she had not a single worry or concern.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Everything was perfect once the storm had passed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well… almost.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I received an email from someone on Tuesday.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was from the goth girl. She said she was able to give her present to the student council president. It seems she made use of the opening I created to give it to him. He’d had a pretty stressful day, he delightfully received her gift.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now, didn’t that sound like the perfect oue?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It should have been.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But… it wasn’t.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for why it wasn’t, it was because that idiot student council president had set his eyes on Alicia’s boyfriend. I knew with certainty that he definitely hadn’t given up on Alicia, nor had he epted his crushing defeat. He was constantly on the lookout for her boyfriend. He’d been trying to pry information about me out of Alicia the entire week. He was pretending to use it as a conversation topic with her as a friend, but it was obvious what he was really doing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He wanted to ruin me so he could snatch Alicia up. He’d recognized her unknown mystery boyfriend as the greatest obstacle to his goal of acquiring Alicia’s love.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully, I’d managed to stay under the radar.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for how I knew about all of this, it was because of the email I received from the goth girl. She exined what gave her an opening and what happened after she gave her gift to him. The student council president asked her to wait for him until he’s able to settle his feelings with Alicia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d also informed me of the conversation the student council president had in ss with Alicia. She said she sat nearby them in ss and overheard everything he asked about. She was under the impression he was settling his feelings by trying to confirm the guy Alicia was with was a good person who would treat her right. But from my perspective, the true meaning waspletely different. He was hunting me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Within only a week of my return to school, I had this nuisance on my back. Well, as long as I stayed hidden I should be safe.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, I had a problem. The goth girl emailed me today requesting to meet in person. She said she wanted me to help her. When I asked her why it had to be in person, she was evasive and didn’t give a direct answer. All she said was it had to be in person.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I refused, she emailed two words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ran Sozen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She knew who I was. Meaning, she knew we were in the same school now. She’d seen me dancing with Rosa because of how eye-catching we were with the spotlight on us. Thus, there was no way for me to avoid her unless I stopped going to school again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But I’d only just started going to school again. I’d also only just made the arrangement with Ang for weekends. I’d have to find a new ce to rx during the week. Skipping was honestly the best idea. But at the same time, I had to keep an eye on the student council president. If he couldn’t find me, he might resort to more drastic measures. I’d have to monitor Alicia’s situation at school for some more time before I couldfortably start skipping again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wouldn’t want another Valentine’s Day special on my hand to clean up again. Thus, I’d determined the best course of action was to take the chance to meet the goth girl and see how things yed out from there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If I could pair her up with the student council president, all my problems would be resolved. Meeting her to see what she wanted was worth the risk.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">The designated meeting location was inside one of the school’sb rooms. It was shared between the chemistry and biology teachers and only in use when there was ab scheduled that required specialized equipment that couldn’t be transported easily into the ssrooms. It wasn’t in use very often but there was ab scheduled for the next period so the door was unlocked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I arrived during lunch and cracked the door open, I looked inside and discovered a single student inside. The teacher wasn’t around.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I frowned when I confirmed the student’s identity. It wasn’t the goth girl I came to meet. Far from it, it was the exact opposite, the student council vice president.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Had I been set up?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was about to close the door when the vice president called out to me after she momentarily peeked my way from the corner of her eye.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you leaving after only just arriving? You don’t need to be shy if you were nning to have lunch here.” Her head remained low as her hand remained busy at work. It looked like she was working on an assignment or something.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Huh? Was she really here by chance? Just waiting for her next period while working?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, I was just looking for someone. It seems like they’re not here though. I’ll look for them elsewhere.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you arrange to meet them here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Liar, why would youe to ab room that’s normally locked to search for them? You must have arranged to meet them here before theb that’s scheduled for after lunch. If that’s the case, you should just wait for them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">This was the first exchange I ever had with the vice president who bore a resemnce to Alicia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cautious, I closed the door behind me and stepped inside the room. I took a seat at the back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What’s going on here?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was it really by simple chance that we bumped into each other here?


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few minutester I noticed I’d received an email on my phone. It said to exit the room and that she was outside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stood up from my seat and headed to the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The person you’re waiting for hasn’t shown up but you’re leaving already?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I received a message from them. They said to meet them elsewhere.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I opened the door and stepped outside, I discovered the goth girl to the side. She was in the school uniform rather than the shy goth clothes she’d worn at the mall. Still, she was as eye-catching as I remembered with all her piercings on, tattoos visible, and makeup.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I closed the door behind me she grabbed my hand and dragged me to an empty room that was unlocked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now that we were alone I came out and asked, “So, what’d you want to meet in person for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“To concoct a n to win over the guy I like.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And why did it have to be in person rather than through email.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wanted to verify something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Verify what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That Alicia’s boyfriend was you that day.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My body stiffened up. I started to sweat. How? How could this goth girl possibly know?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? What do you mean?” I did my best to not give anything away and yed dumb.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t act like you had nothing to do with it. I’m sure of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How could you be sure that I’m that person?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you said you’d be my ally, and when I discovered that you were in the same school as me that day, I was sure it had to be you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your usation is based on such flimsy reasoning? You''re tagging me as Alicia’s boyfriend without any concrete evidence. Since you know my name, you should already be aware from gossip that I’m dating Rosa, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it was because I saw you slow dancing together that day that I found out you were in the same school as me. I was pretty shocked to see you. No, that your girlfriend was such a hotty.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t remember ever seeing you at the school dance though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was helping out with the shop, selling food and drinks at the back the entire dance. School dances and dancing isn’t really my thing after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see…” I couldn’t deny the possibility as I never got a look at the back of the shop let alone go to buy anything from the shop.