Chapter 51 Milk Tea and Old Wounds.
Chapter 51 Milk Tea and Old Wounds
“What’s with hitting Blondie? If you want to hit someone, hit yourself, Stella frowned.
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Blondie’s tears doubled instantly. “Waaah! Goddess, you’re so kind! I was lying–it didn’t even hurt! Don’t worry, goddess.”
The noise was starting to grate on her. Stella’s mouth twitched.
Jimmy reached out and pinched Blondie’s lips shut, manually muting him. His dark eyes stayed locked on Stella, unblinking
“Stella… you’re really alive?”
The lean, brooding boy’s tears slipped free, falling through the air to splatter on the ground.
“But… how is that possible?” His voice was thick.
Blondie, who’d never seen his boss shed a single tear no matter how bad the beating, was so stunned he stopped crying himself.
He fished a crumpled tissue from his pocket and held it out. “Boss, why are you crying?”
They were right by the gym entrance, where people were still filing out. A pretty girl and the breakout star of the game standing together was enough to make heads turn.
Stella noticed the attention. She slung an arm casually over Louis’s shoulder. “Come on, this isn’t the place to talk. I’ll buy you
a milk tea”
She remembered the street outside Ashford High being lined with tea shops–one jasmine milk green in particular had been amazing. She wondered if it was still there.
Most of the Trinity High basketball team trailed behind, though they looked a little lost. The truth was, none of them were close to Jimmy. His brooding, volatile nature kept people at arm’s length. Only Blondie dared stick to him, and the rest simply followed Blondie’s lead.
Blondie turned to the others. “You guys head back, I’ve got business with the boss.”
Jimmy glanced at him. “You head back too.”
Blondie sniffed and looked at Stella. “I want milk tea too.”
To his credit, Blondie had good instincts–he could tell his boss wouldn’t go against his sister’s wishes.
A cup of milk tea cost next to nothing. And if I.ouis didn’t want to talk, maybe Blondie would spill something. Stella waved a hand. “Sure, you can come.”
Blondie lit up, showing all eight teeth. “Heh, thanks, boss!”
Jimmy shot him a look from beneath his long fringe. “Guess”
Blondie only grinned wider. “Thanks, boss!”
Not far away, Quinton had been sure Stella was running toward Jackson–only to see her approach the Trinity High leader instead. His jaw dropped.
One basketball game and she switches sides?
Sull, she was nothing if not straightforward–if she liked someone, she went for it, no gaines. True heiress energy.
Quinton didn’t follow. He didn’t know anyone from Trinity High, and honestly, he’d never been much of a fan of Jackson anyway–too arrogant. He wasn’t worthy of her.
Just as Stella, Jimmy, and Blondie were about to leave the gym entrance, a sudden shriek went up from the crowd.
“Aaaah! Lucas is here!”
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Chapter 51 Milk Tea and Old Wounds
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Ashford High’s campus had grown a lot in the past decade, with new buildings expanding it far beyond what it had been Lucas rarely visited after graduating, except for a couple of times when he’d been invited back as a “distinguished alum” to inspire the seniors.
In truth, only his own graduating class knew his grades had never been that great. He’d gone on to an Ashford arts college that didn’t care much about SAT scores–as long as your family had the money, you could get in.
His acting chops were decent, and combined with family connections, he’d quickly made a name for himself in the entertainment industry. His fans didn’t care much about academics anyway–most stars didn’t have impressive degrees.
From the school gates, he ran hard into campus, only to lose his bearings after a few hundred meters. He’d been calling and messaging his younger brother Jackson the whole time–no answer.
Irritation flared, but there wasn’t much he could do. Jackson wouldn’t have his phone on him during a game.
Lucas had to stop students to ask for directions, finally learning the match had been in the gym. He rushed there, only to see a stream of people heading out.
Grabbing one, he asked, “Is the game over?”
The student nodded. “Yeah, just finished.”
The vein at Lucas’s temple throbbed.
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