Chapter 34: Chapter 34

Upon taking a proper look at her face, I couldn't help thinking that she looked a bit familiar. I shook my head, thinking that I must be mistaken.

Upon hearing her words, I laughed candidly. How dare she mention friendship to me? I expected her to be dismayed by my reply and shed her facade; unexpectedly, she didn't. How good of a pretender!

I should've realized that Lorelei's people should be named kings and queens of acting. Haven't I encountered vivid examples?

“No.” I didn't bother thinking before cutting her off, and that elicited a dissatisfied frown on her pretty face.

The girl seemed taken aback by my blunt reply for a second, but she was quick to regain herself, and she pretended to be nonchalant again. I snorted inwardly at her act.

She pouted with dissatisfaction and leaned toward me while playing with a strand of her hair. “Huh. Why? I'm pretty nice, even though we're meeting for the first time…”

“Nancy is also nice when we meet for the first time.” I retorted nonchalantly. She was more gentle and nice when we first met, but she switched, all because of a man who wasn't her in the first place.

My uncle and his family were also nice for years, but they all betrayed me and my parents without hesitation, so does the word 'friendship and families' exist?

“Tell me what she's currently doing.” I finished and leaned back on my chair while staring at the pretty girl in front of me. The girl is so beautiful, like a well-crafted and expensive porcelain doll with pale, smooth skin and an enchanting smile.

The girl casually glanced at Nancy before she reported to me. “Pointing at you while talking to her friends.”

“Yes. So…” Although I didn't complete my words, I knew she'd understand what I meant.

And just as I expected, she kept quiet and began to eat her meal silently while I also continued mine. I expected that would be our last conversation.

I hope she knows that I have no intention of having a friend, especially a fake one.

Perhaps I'll consider an acquaintance with someone in the future, but the word 'friendship' is a distant word to me for now.

Soon, I was done eating. I didn't touch the vegetables, so I packed them neatly to one side of the plate.

“Lorelei and her cliques value vegetables over meat.” The girl pointed to the leftover vegetables candidly, a hint of amusement swirling in her black orbs, which made me roll my eyes.

Do I look like Lorelei, or do I appear like someone interested in her? After repeatedly getting poisoned by my uncle and the maids, I abhorred vegetables and my favorite meals.

I ignored the girl and picked up the empty plates that had the leftover vegetables from the table and put them on the dirty plate counter.

The girl also stood up with her empty plates, but I didn't bother paying attention to her, yet she followed me.

Finding a sponge and soap, I diligently began to wash my plates and spoon after dumping the vegetables properly.

The girl reached out to grab my hand, but I ducked away from her grasp. She sighed without dissatisfaction with my actions; rather, she seemed distressed. “I just wanted to tell you that the job doesn't belong to you…”

Even though I knew she was right, I ignored her. Anyway, it helps make their work easier.” I retorted and continued washing my plates.

She placed her plates next to mine and crossed her arms. “But they've been bullying you all day, isn't that true?”

I shrugged and rinsed the plates, picked up the girl's plates, and began to wash them as well. “I'm not doing it for them; I'm doing it for myself,” I responded.

I've been having a bugging feeling lately. Suddenly being unable to do what I've been doing for almost a decade is making me feel strange, so washing the plate isn't related to them; rather, it's to calm myself down.

After washing the plate, I cleaned my hands with a napkin before making my way out of the restaurant. I clenched my fist hard and tried not to pay attention to the surroundings in order to suppress the urge to clean the whole cafeteria.

“According to the new list, we're roommates.” The girl covered her lips and whispered behind me as I made my way to the class.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to her, my brows arched in surprise. How come this chatting girl and I are roommates?

Wait. Roommates? I eyed her with suspicion.

It hasn't been broadcast yet, has it? But how does she know?

Seeming to understand my expression, she folded her arms and harrumphed proudly. “I have my connections. I'm Arya, big brother Wyatt's cousin.” Arya revealed herself with a cocky smile.

My eyes widened in shock, and I stared at Arya skeptically. How come this chatty girl is Wyatt's cousin?

They didn't even look alike. Not to mention that their personalities are very different. Wyatt rarely speaks, while Arya is a chatterbox; how can it be?

“You're?” I stared at her skeptically.

Arya nodded her head twice proudly, a cocky smile hanging on her face. “Yes, I'm.” She repeated.

I nodded in understanding. I knew Arya must truly be; after all, no one would lie about such an identity, especially when I'm close to Wyatt. “Oh,” I replied and continued on my way.

Arya hurried to catch up with me, and once she did, she kept to my pace. “I thought you'd fawn on me.” She muttered cockily and folded her arms playfully, which meant she didn't mean it and was instead playing me.

“I don't need it,” I replied indifferently, but upon thinking about something, I took a glance at Arya. “Are you close to Lorelei?”

“That bitch?” She scowled immediately; her black eyes were flashing with hatred, which indicated that she wasn't lying about her hatred for Lorelei.

I knitted my brows in confusion, wondering if this was a scheme or not, but thinking about it, Wyatt didn't seem to like Lorelei either. I guess, they finally have something in common.

“Huh. That bitch?" I eyed her in confusion, wondering what she meant because everyone I've ever met loved Lorelei a lot.

“Are you a fan of her? I'm telling you to watch your back; she doesn't seem to like you.” She expressed and smacked her lips together.

“That's Luna.” I retorted blandly, and she rolled her eyes.

“Who cares? That bitch with…” She roared and suddenly paused as if she had regained herself.

As if to stop herself from blurting the truth out, she nodded in admittance. “Yes, she's.”

I arched my brows and stared at Arya seriously. “You changed the topic.” I pointed, but she only shrugged in reply, unwilling to say a word.

“It's a secret known only to the higher-ups,” Arya responded seriously, only to smile childishly as if she had just remembered something.

“If you'll fawn on me, I'll consider it.” She declared, and that made me roll my eyes.

“Bluffs.”