Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Jonea limped towards the bell tower in the east. Her head and clothes were covered with dirt. The smell of eggs and spoiled milk wafted all over her. Jonea cleaned up as best she could and ran towards the bell tower as fast as possible. Only in that place could Jonea be alone and vent all her frustration and sadness.

"B4 bastard!" she shouted. "You think I'll give up? Seriously! Do you think I'm going to back off now? You have the wrong person, Hunter Abraham! You've never had a hard time. You never study in a cold room because you don't have heating. For ordinary people like us, perseverance is the key to survival."

Jonea was sobbing, but she was trying not to cry any longer. She wiped her tears using a sleeve stained with eggs and stale milk.

"How many eggs did you guys waste? High flour prices! All these foodstuffs are obtained with money. You are stupid! Too bad."

"Hooammm…."

Someone yawned loudly enough to make Jonea flinch. She turned her head to look for the owner of the voice.

On the top steps of the bell tower, Jonea saw the toe of someone's shoe. The owner of the shoe was seen starting to move.

"Who are you?" Jonea was alert.

"You make a lot of noise every time you come here?" Aland said as he walked up to Jonea.

Aland appeared in a white shirt and black pants torn at the knees and thighs. Aland's hair looks dishevelled, and he has one earring in his ear, always tinkling every time he moves.

'He goes to school dressed like a boy band?' thought Jonea in disbelief.

Jonea took a step back as Aland approached. She didn't know what Aland would do to her. Aland was also in B4 and would do worse than any other student to bully Jonea.

"Hey, do you know how to choose the right flour for making cakes so that they rise when you beat them?"

"What?" Jonea was surprised. Alan's question was completely unexpected.

"Flour! I heard you talking about flour and eggs. Every time I make a cake, the dough never rises. Do you know the cause? Even though I have used premium quality eggs and flour."

For a moment, Jonea forgot her sadness. She suddenly focused on Aland's question.

"Can't inflate? Premium quality eggs and flour? Did you get eggs from the refrigerator?"

"Yes, of course. Is it wrong?" Aland's face looked serious.

Jonea pouted. "No wonder your cake dough can't rise. Because you used cold eggs. You should use room temperature eggs."

Aland pursed his lips. "It's pretty easy, huh? I think something is complicated."

At that time, Aland paid attention to Jonea's appearance. Aland stepped closer to Jonea and looked down at her face.

"Wow, you're not wearing glasses today? Can you see well without glasses?"

Jonea looked nervous. She immediately lowered her head to hide her face with her long bangs.

"My glasses... are dirty with flour and eggs. I can't see very well without glasses, of course."

"Ah, you recognize me?" he asked.

Jonea quickly shook her head. "Who are you?" She feigned ignorance.

Seeing that Miller's clothes were very messy, Aland suddenly removed something from his trouser pocket. He took Miller's hand and handed the handkerchief to him.

"I do not need!" Jonea refused in a loud voice imitating Miller's speech.

"I'm not trying to help you. I just want to return your handkerchief. Isn't this yours?"

Jonea was stunned and started looking at the handkerchief. She hesitated and checked. Yes, that's right, it's hiers handkerchief.

"But why is Jonea's name embroidered on the handkerchief instead of Miller? Isn't your name Miller?" he asked. "Is that a gift from your girlfriend?"

Jonea looks nervous. “Ah, that.” She frantically searched for the correct answer. "Actually, this handkerchief belongs to my sister."

"Since you helped me the other day when I was injured, I owe you one word of thanks. You can ask anything in return," Aland said casually.

Jonea shook her head but kept her face down. She didn't dare to look at Alan directly.

"No need. It's supposed to help people in need," Jonea answered softly.

Aland was a little surprised to hear that answer.

"So, that grey wolf is you?" Jonea asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Aland answered curtly.

"How did you get hurt? Sorry, I mean, I didn't mean to be rude. As far as werewolves can't get hurt. Even if injured, they will heal quickly. But that day you… bled quite a lot."

Aland was silent for a long time. Until Jonea thought that her upperclassman had disappeared from there.

When Jonea looked up, their gazes accidentally met. Aland looked at Jonea profoundly and didn't blink at all. Jonea felt awkward. She was embarrassed and immediately looked away. Jonea is afraid that her identity will be revealed.

"Because of silver," Aland said briefly. "Silver keeps me from recovering from injuries as quickly as usual. If you didn't remove the silver from my hands that day, I might have lost a lot of blood and died there."

Jonea was shocked because she didn't know that wolves had a silver weakness.

Aland turned and started to leave the bell tower.

Jonea screamed for him. "Thank you, Senior! Next time I'll be nice to you."

Aland stopped at the stairs and glanced up. "There won't be another time. I will not come back here. This place is already unsettled because of you. I can't sleep peacefully here."

Jonea watched Aland's back walking away until the young man completely disappeared at the turn of the stairs. Jonea held her handkerchief and smelled the sweet scent of Aland's perfume.

Jonea looked again at where Aland had been sitting before and was alone. There is a magazine left behind. Jonea approached and picked up the magazine. Seen a young celebrity who became the front cover of the magazine.

"Very beautiful."

Jonea returned to class when the sun had risen to the west. School is quiet. All students have returned to their respective dormitories, perhaps also returning to their respective homes.

Jonea saw the mess was cleared up. Her scribbled bench was clean and back in its place. Jonea looked for her bag that was left there. Someone had tidied it up and put it back on the table.

'Oh, but not my sketchbook!' thought Jonea.

Beside the sketchbook filled with scribbles, Jonea found a new, clean sketchbook. There was also a sports uniform neatly folded and a letter on it.

Jonea opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter.

"Please forgive me, Miller. Because I've become a coward. You once helped and protected me, but today I run away and stay away from you when you have a problem. Axel."

Jonea put the letter back and fingered her new sketchbook. She smiled and felt relieved.

"At least Axel is still a good friend."

Jonea doesn't blame Axel if he can't help her. However, Jonea doesn't want to involve others in the trouble she caused herself.

***

B4 members gather at a five-star restaurant. A beautiful European-looking chef comes with a big smile and serves them the best food.

"Thank you, Merry," said Elmar. "You will have my autograph and photo."

Marry smiled broadly and landed one sweet kiss for Elmar.

His friends cheered at how Elmar hooked the chef and the beautiful girls around him.

"Fuck you, Elmar!" Edison said. "This restaurant only accepts one group per week. I ordered it a month ago, but it's still on the queue list. And how did you get it?"

Elmar began to boast. "Thank you for my reputation as a famous artist and model," said Elmar. "We also have the most beautiful chef here."

"So that's how you get to this restaurant without waiting in line? Because you approached the chef?" quipped Hunter.

Only Aland was still silent in his chair. He didn't seem too enthusiastic about their banquet and meeting that day.

Hunter stood up to answer the call on his cell phone, which kept ringing. "How? Have you prepared it? Don't make any mistakes. Understand?"

Hunter returned to the dining table with a big smile.

"What is it? You look pleased?" asked his friends.

They started toasting their respective drinks.

"I'm glad I have interesting plans for the glasses boy tomorrow."

Aland looked bothered. "You're still not done with him?"