Chapter 8: Logan Adler

Noah wt outside and observed the sky after putting on a large shirt.

The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called the body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.

''In the serade of the black, the stars are a choir; they are lights that sing in infinite patterns. Sometimes eyes need music, and the darker the night the sweeter the song.''

Noah murmured abstmindedly before shaking his head and decided to head back to his room.

He didn't want to counter that annoying blond, hopefully, he was not on the same floor as him.

Unfortunately, it was exactly as he feared, just before he tered his room Arthur happed to have arrived on this floor and saw him just before he closed his door.

''Eh! This must be fate.'' The blond youth smiled before walking to his room, Room 8.

It was indeed fate.

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Back in his room Noah removed the shirt before tossing it aside and sat down on the couch again he was about to unmute the TV and watch Player's channel wh his smartphone rang.

Noah begrudgingly stood and wt to pick up the futurist smartphone, it was his father's id as expected.

He heaved a sigh, inwardly thinking that his father was such a worrywart.

''Hello, old man. How's your eving? I'm doing fine thank you for calling.'' Noah vomited everything right away as if trying to tell his father I'm hanging up now you've heard my voice.

''I say brat, show some respect to your old man worrying about you.''

''Tch! What do you want, father.'' Noah was annoyed but happy deep inside.

''Nothing, I'm just astonished at how big you have become. You have become a big boy.''

Noah rolled his eyes at his father's joke. The latter sighed thinking his son was no fun.

''How was your first day? I hope you didn't d in a fight?''

''Tch! No, I controlled myself.'' Noah clicked his tongue. He was annoyed just by recalling what happed.

Logan sighed, inwardly happy that nothing had happed, he knew his son was the best and no fight on the first day meant there was some progress.

''Good, did you make any frids?" He asked already aware of the answer, he just hoped his son at least tried.

''No.'' Noah's answer was short.

''You brat list to your father and make some frids, I understand your stance but sometimes reliable frids can have your back, and you can share your difficult momts with them. So take my advice seriously, at least make one frid during your stay here.''

Logan advised his son and from his tone, he was not joking, Noah could feel it, and it was why he answered positively.

''I understand Father.''

''Good, have you met that girl, I'm sure she'll be in the same class as you.'' Logan suddly changed the subject, switching to something Noah would have appreciated he didn't do.

''Yeah!" Noah bit his lips which didn't go unnoticed by his father.

''Sigh! Sometimes you have to hear the other's party version before making a judgmt, keep in mind.''

Noah didn't say anything and his father heaved another sigh before talking about school-related stuff.

Noah's mood brighted and he happily answered.