Chapter 86 - 80: You're weird

The class was buzzing with activities and voices as everyone began to make themselves busy with their designated tasks.

Amber, who was in charge of the decoration, was drawing sakura flowers on a huge canvas. Erick was sitting beside her, watching her work.

Hamish, who was walking around, checking on each person's tasks came and tapped him on the shoulder with his clipboard. "Don't disturb her. Go and make yourself useful."

Erick frowned. "I don't even have a task. No one wants me to do any tasks," he protested.

"Doesn't mean you can be lazy," Hamish retorted back. "So, go around and look if anyone needs any help."

Erick frowned deeper and turned his back on Hamish. He then grabbed a blank canvas from Amber's piles and began to draw.

He was quiet at first as he concentrated on drawing.

Soon after, people began to crowd behind Erick, looking at him drawing in awe. Excited murmurs were heard as they began to talk about the drawing Erick drew.

The excited talks got to Amber and Hamish that they turned to look over to see.

Amber was clearly surprised at how good Erick was in drawing. He was drawing a portrait of Hamish, which looked really lifelike. She could feel the boredom emitting from the drawing as she watched him draw on the clothes.

"Wow, that's amazing," Amber praised. "You really capture his good looks."

His hand stopped moving as Erick slowly turned to look at her. "Good looks?" he repeated, a frown appeared on his face.

She tilted her head in confusion. "Uh… Yeah…" she said slowly.

He immediately turned back and scribbled all over his drawing, especially on the face where it becomes unrecognisable. He then tore the paper and crumbled it into a ball, shocking Amber.

Hamish just rolled his eyes. Seems like his jealousy reared up again.

Erick then turned to Hamish, narrowing his eyes at him with suspicion. "What are you looking at?"

Hamish just ignored him and grabbed a piece of paper. He wanted to give a drawing a try. Even though he never tried his hand at drawing, he wanted to check his skills.

He leaned over to look at Amber's drawing and saw she was close to finishing it. All that was left was colouring. He then tried to copy her.

Few minutes later, he was done. He frowned at his finished drawing.

Erick leaned closer to take a look. And when he did, he burst out in laughter, making people curious to know what made him laugh that loud and freely.

"Man… That's horrible," he said, still laughing.

Hamish glared at him as he tore his drawing and crumpled it into a ball. He then said, "Why don't you try drawing it then?"

Erick gave him a smug look and took another piece of paper.

It took him a few minutes to finish drawing and when he was done, he scratched the back of his head, looking awkward. "Uhhh…"

Hamish looked over and scoffed. His drawing looked even worse than his.

Erick then turned to Hamish and said awkwardly, "Guess it runs in the family (shifter)."

Hamish just smacked him in the head.

Amber frowned when she heard Erick. "Family?" she repeated.

Erick just smiled, not answering her.

Once the drawings were done, they were prepared to cut some cardboards to be placed in the room.

At some point, Erick accidentally cut his finger when he tried to cut a cardboard. Amber was sitting beside him when it happened.

She gasped when she saw the nasty cut on his finger. She immediately got up and grabbed her handkerchief from her bag. She then went over to Erick and carefully cleaned the cut with it. "Does it hurt?" she asked in concern, carefully dapping the cut, worried that he might be hurt from the pain.

Erick was quiet for awhile and then he said, "Maybe if you give it a little kiss, it won't hurt anymore or even heal. In fact, why don't you just kiss it right now to see?"

Amber rolled her eyes and ignored his shameless suggestions. She then wrapped his wounded finger with her handkerchief and suggested, "Or maybe you should go to the doctor's office and get a proper cleaning for your cut."

Erick frowned. "It's just a small cut," he said. In fact, as they were talking, his cut has already healed, thanks to his quick healing abilities. Ever since he had shifted, he gained more of Dane's abilities and one of them was the quick healing abilities. Hence why he did not look bothered at all.

Amber frowned back at him. "Even so, you better go there and get it properly cleaned. Using only a handkerchief is not good for hygienic purposes."

He sighed as he got up. "Fine, I'll go," he said.

She nodded.

Hamish looked over and c.o.c.ked an eyebrow in suspicion. Erick just shrugged. When the lady boss tells him to go, then he should go.

He went out of the classroom, waving away the concerns of his other classmates when they heard where he was going. Some of the girls even offered to accompany him, sarcastically saying that it would be good to have someone to go along with him to the doctor's office, unlike a certain girl, who cares more about her drawing.

Erick gave a scornful smile and ignored the sneer, saying that he's old enough to go to the doctor's office without anyone to escort him.

The girls immediately went silent when they heard him discreetly mocked them.

After Erick left the classroom, he slipped one of his hands, which was not wounded inside his pocket and continued walking. Even though he no longer has a purpose to go to the doctor's office, he still went. He did not want to incur the wrath of his beloved.

When he reached the office, he saw Krys inside, sitting on one of the sick beds. The school nurse was tending to him, handing him a medicine.

Both the school nurse and Krys looked up when they heard someone walk into the office.

The school nurse had a look of concern on her face when she saw Erick standing at the door. "What's wrong, child?" she asked. She looked down and saw his finger wrapped in a handkerchief, which has bloodstains.

"Oh dear, did you cut yourself?" she asked again, looking up at Erick.

Erick nodded. "But it's alright now," he assured. "Just came in to look for a bandage. I got it properly cleaned already."

The school nurse nodded. "Wait here while I go get a bandage for you," she said, turning around to her desk to look for a bandage.

Erick nodded again and then looked over at Krys, who was now lying on the sick bed. He approached him and asked, "What happened to you?"

Krys, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes and saw Erick standing beside his bed. "I got a migraine," he answered, placing an arm across his eyes, wincing in pain.

Erick frowned. Being the head of the committee must be stressful that he even had a migraine because of it.

Krys moved his arm away from his eyes and turned his head towards Erick and asked, "What about you?"

Erick held up his wrapped finger and said, "Got a cut."

"Oh, it's better to clean that cut."

"Yeah, already did."

The two of them then fell into an awkward silence.

Erick wasn't that close with Krys so he doesn't know what else to talk about. In fact, although he had heard of him but he never talked to him before. It was probably because Krys was his upperclassman. And also, they probably do not have much in common since they weren't in the same club. From what he had recalled from his packmates, Krys was in the basketball team, same as Dex.

"Get well soon," he said politely, instead.

Krys chuckled weakly. "Thanks," he said. He then turned his face, facing the ceiling and closed his eyes.

Just then, the school nurse came over and handed Erick a bandage.

Erick thanked the school nurse and said his goodbyes before leaving the doctor's office.

He swiftly replaced the handkerchief with the bandage. He then looked at the handkerchief in his hand and somehow, looked perturbed.

Amber, who had left the classroom to look for him, found him staring dumbly at the handkerchief in his hand. She quickly rushed over and placed a hand on his arm. "What's wrong?" she asked in concern. She was worried that his cut might be worse than it looks.

"Nothing. I'm just… troubled."

Amber frowned, looking confused. "Troubled over what?" she asked again.

Erick raised his head and answered, "Whether to wash this handkerchief or not."

She became even more confused. She looked down at the handkerchief and saw his bloodstains on it. "Why would you be troubled? You should just wash it. It's dirty," she said, pointing at the bloodstains.

Erick frowned at her. "But if I wash it, your scent will be gone," he protested.

Amber placed a hand over her face, letting out a sigh of resignation. She then stared at him straight in the eyes and said, "You're weird."