Chapter 283.


    <strong>Chapter 283. Another one? (2/2)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dude! What’s wrong man? Was the picture I painted too stimting for you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, my eyes have been sullied and my ears have been raped. I didn’t need to know how many times you jerked off to her tits. Too much info! You got that? I don’t need to tell Rosa about that, you moron! Did you expect me to tell her, ‘Oh, the girl in question’s tits could make a man jerk off ten times in a week?’ Hah! Is that what you expected me to tell her?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey,e on man. Chill, dude. Chill. Not so loud.” Jass looked around and let out an awkwardugh when he noticed a few girls’ eyes filled with disgust had been drawn our way. The other guys in the ssroom, on the other hand, didn’t care at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look man, it’s not like you need to tell her that part. That was just between us two bros.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not your bro.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re such a hard ass.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously, what do you even like about this girl? She sounds like she’d be a weirdo.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do I like? Do you even need to ask? You can’t figure it out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course I do.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please go die.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s wild and looks like she’d be good in bed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<b>Please</b><span style="font-weight:400"> go die.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come on man, what else can I really say? I haven’t even had a chance to talk to her yet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You should seriously give up. It’s not going to work out. She probably has a boyfriend already or something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If she’s got a boyfriend I just have to steal her from him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re a real piece of work.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ever since I saw her, she’s the only thing on my mind. Dude, it might be love at first sight.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t it just lust? You’re just thinking with your dick, aren’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, it’s love. I’m sure of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Whatever. I’ll see what I can do.” I’ll ignore it. Yeah. Let’s do that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously? Great.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">After that, Jass returned to his seat and lunch came to an end.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The next day in the ssroom at lunch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, Ran. About my request, has there been any progress on that end?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked up from the driver’s handbook on my desk. It was Jass again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh, right… Izora…


    <span style="font-weight:400">“None yet. I’m working on it. So can you please be patient?” I’ll just keep postponing it. Hopefully, he’ll end up losing interest in her this way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Request?” Rosa questioned curiously. Unlike the day before, Rosa was with me. She was intimately slumped onto my back with her arms over my shoulders and face directly beside mine on my left. Today I was helping her study for the knowledge test next week.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s nothing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. How nice. If only I had a girlfriend who’d do that with me...” Jass muttered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey Jass, what’s this request you just brought up?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, like Ran said, it’s nothing important.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmmm… if it was nothing would you be asking Ran for help with it? Could it be that you still haven’t given up on Alicia?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. No. It’s not her. I’ve given up on her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Not her~ meaning~ it’s another girl then?” Rosa was sharp.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No…” Jass awkwardly averted his gaze out the window to the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How suspicious. If it’s not that like you im, then what could it be?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! I just remembered something I have to do. I’ll talk to youter, Ran. I’ve gotta go.” Jass made a quick escape.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That idiot. Why’d he have toe and ask when I kept Rosa around me as Jass repellent? Yesterday I’d offered to study with her today at lunch hoping it would act as Jass repent. Sadly it hadn’t.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey. Hey. What was that all about, Ran~” Rosa repeatedly poked my right cheek with her right index finger as she asked interrogatively.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s nothing important. Just something stupid as usual.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh~ something stupid~ it sounds pretty interesting to me though. What is it? Tell me~ tell me~ it’s got me curious now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What~ you’re keeping secrets from your girlfriend? You can’t trust me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. You really want to know that badly?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He’s got the hots for that girl I’ve been trying to hook up with Zale. He saw her when she was talking with Alicia outside the school sometimest week. Now he wants me to use my connection as the boyfriend of Alicia’s best friend to find out about her and potentially meet her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh~ that’s quite the predicament. Why not help him out though? Don’t you think it would be pretty funny? They were bothpeting for Alicia and now you could make them bothpete for this girl. If you think about it, Jass could be an effective obstacle to strengthen the rtionship between those two.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’d be awful. I’m not going to do that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you won’t do it, then I will.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You should be focusing on the knowledge test, not something like this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing says I can’t do both. Besides, I’ve got plenty of time to cram for it on the weekend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. You must be pretty bored.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course I’m bored, I didn’t get to participate at allst time. And if I’m being honest, I think the better result would be if that girl ended up with Jass rather than that guy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What makes you think that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As I said before, I just really don’t like him. unting his parent’s money around in Alicia’s face to take advantage of her family’s situation and tempt her, I can’t stand that type of guy. I wish he’d end up forever alone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You do realize Jass is only lusting after her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what? Lust can lead to love.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, do what you want. I’d rather not get involved with this one. It sounds too messy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. I’ll go right ahead then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Somehow, Rosa had taken Jass’s side over mine. I understood Rosa’s stance, but I could only fulfill my side of the contract with Izora. Whoever it was she liked was who I’d help her get with. Helping Jass would be a breach of contract unless she liked him. That was why I couldn’t help him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Three dayster it was Friday. By now, Rosa had already talked to Alicia and convinced her to help her arrange a meeting between Jass and Izora. Well, Ria. The fake name she was going by.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So her name is Ria. What a nice name,” Jass mused to himself from the seat in front of my desk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re seriously creeping me out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hehehe. Your girlfriend is awesome. She actually managed to set something up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She did?” I obviously knew about it already, but I didn’t know the exact details.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. She did. I can’t wait. I wish time would go by faster.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, good for you I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The stupid infatuated look on his face was disgusting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what exactly is the n?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were sort of right. Though she doesn’t have a boyfriend there is someone who’s chasing after her. I was pretty shocked when I found out who it was though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? And who’s that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The student council president. First, it was Alicia, now it’s Ria. It seems I’m fated to sh with him. He’s my love rival.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wow, I never thought I’d hear such a cliche terme out of someone’s mouth in the real world. I was convinced that particr term was something exclusive to fictional stories.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How youthful… good luck with that, I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. I’ll definitely seed this time. I won’t lose to the student council president just because he’s older than me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He’s also got more money than you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. Forget that. Money isn’t everything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Money makes the world go round. A lot of girls take financial stability into consideration when picking a partner, you know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I may not be as well off in that regard, but it’s not like I’m in poverty. I’m sure it won’t be that big of a factor.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you say so. Just don’te crying to me when she picks based on who’s got deeper pockets.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We bickered back and forth over the subject until the bell inevitably rang and lunch was over.