Fire Starter At White Day High 26 Love Team In The Making

Moon chuckled by the speech that Lucas spoke. It seemed that it was a joke for him. They both stood at a somewhat secluded area.

Amidst of the events, the ceremony continued with the both of them staring at Doll onstage. Moon was delighted.. grateful that Doll was handpicked. How he hope himself, too.

"Uh, so Doll was also handpicked?" Lucas asked. His face was still pale. After all, who would not be embarra.s.sed by the people's manner of talking a while ago?

Moon faced Lucas, folding the sleeve at his right wrist. "She was strong," Moon smiled. "and pretty, as always.."

Lucas grins. This Moon.. All he can do was to attract girls. Hmph, but now, he was only attracting one: Doll Nova.

"Lucas.. don't be loud about it, but.." Moon bowed his head. "I think I've fallen for—"

"For whom?"

Moon looked back, while Lucas chuckled. It was Doll!

"For whom, Mr. Moon Martin?" Doll's voice became demanding. It was an order, not a question. It was like she was forcing Moon to speak.

"Uhm.." Moon shook his nape, unable to answer.

"Speak,"

"Moon Martin! You were also handpicked!!" the voice of the emcee gave Moon a way to excuse himself.

He rapidly run away as if escaping, until a hand grabs his right hand. "I'm still talking to you.."

Moon looked back to witness Doll gripping his right hand. He let go of Doll's grip, and spoke clearly and loudly that, "I love you!"

Moon then go upstairs, leaving Doll embarra.s.sed and dumbfounded. Doll's face gradually becoming pale.

Lucas approached Doll. "Doll," he spoke in a calming voice. "what are you feeling?"

Doll can't answer. Now, she was the one who can't. She opened her mouth, and heave a sigh.

"Thank you, Mr. Moon Martin!!" the emcee remarked.

Doll just watched Moon slowly going downstairs. "I should not asked him," Doll whispered. "You know why, Lucas..?"

"Please continue, because I don't..."

"I also thought that this feeling.." Doll placed her hands on her chest. "..was also affection!!"

Doll then felt a sudden pounce at her back. A sudden hand that back hugged her. She tried to look by moving her eyes, but it will impossible to see the man in her back.

"So, we're both in love with each other..?"

It was Moon's cold voice from Doll's back. It gave s.h.i.+vers at Doll's nape. He gradually placed his body as if it lingered Doll's.
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"Now, answer me.. Ms. Doll Nova.." Moon's voice was so good to hear. His whispers were manly and cold, but with somewhat hotness in its tone.

Doll's face was painted with blush. This sudden feeling of arousal was a must to avoid. She was a millimeter away on the bulk!

"You seemed to forgot that I was here.." Lucas expressionlessly interrupted, comically staring at the two.

Moon and Doll quickly tried to be as normal as possible. Doll's face continued to be reddish, and Moon tried to be as presentable as always.

"You two, you may kiss each other, ETERNALLY!" Lucas comically shouted. "I'm kinda fine.. no, I'm perfectly fine, while seeing you two doing that stance."

Lucas comically cried, as if full of jealousy —no, envy. He was envied.

"Can you do that again, stupid a.s.sholes?!" he walked out.

Moon and Doll stare at him while walking away. Going to the middle of the crowd, until he was nowhere to be found. Doll and Moon looked and made a smile to each other, as if talking.

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Lucas, wandering the whole crowd, was being gossiped again. Hearing whispers of enviousness, Lucas was left to be irritated.

"Oh, the Aspho Boy!"

"The hypocrite.."

"Hmph.." Lucas only heave a sigh to lessen his stress.

The event was also about to end. The 25 lucky handpicked students were all ready for the Skill Selection, with an exaggeration for Lucas. He was ahead of ready, even determined to crush all enemies he will face in the tournament already.

"Mr. Moon Martin.. Ms. Doll Nova.." Lucas spoke with an irritated face. "I should have a girlfriend, too!"

b.u.mP! "Oh, Lucas Martin~"

Same voice, same pitch, same loudness.. Nath's irritating presence drove Lucas' even irritated.

"It's you~!"

"I know it was me.." he unintentionally replied. His tongue was a piece of sharp s.h.i.+t as always.

"How mean you are, Mr. Lucas Martin.." Nath unabashedly lean towards Lucas. Her face lowered, and his body posed into an inverted 90° stance. It made her slight breast to show itself. "I'm also handpic—"

"I'm busy..." Lucas moved aback, interrupting her abruptly, running away, and bombarding every person hindering his parkour escapade.

Who would know that Lucas was so allergic towards females. Uhm, not maybe just females, but to clinging females that were always sticking into him.

That left Nath alone in the middle of the crowd. Hopeless and broken, with a bit exaggerated expressions.

She can't and she shouldn't cling to Lucas as frequent as possible. Because if not.. er, never mind.