Chapter 108: Festival Preparations [3]

"Uh... Aren't we getting too much attention?"

Brandon tried to ignore it as much as he could.

But no matter how much he tried to distract himself with his book, he could feel several gazes his way.

"Right... Where the hell is Belle?"

Amelia was quite embarrassed as well. And for a second, she could feel her face start to flush.

That was because...

"Woah, is that Amelia?"

"Who's that guy with her?"

"You live under a rock or something? That's Brandon Locke."

"No way, that's him?"

"What are the two of them doing together?"

And their gossiping went on and on. It wouldn't take a genius to know what they were trying to imply.

In the first place, the only reason why they were together in public was because Belle had asked them if the three could eat lunch together.

Since Brandon and Amelia were already together, the two decided to rendezvous at the meeting point.

The grassfields.

They had been sitting together for almost thirty minutes.

In fact, they had already finished their lunch.

And the whole time, Belle had yet to show up.

At this point, the two just wanted to leave before a scandal ensued.

Astrea students love gossiping after all.

The two were already fairly popular in their respective years.

Something was bound to happen eventually.

"...Should we just?"

"Yeah."

Amelia asked while Brandon immediately answered her.

And at that, the two went their separate ways.

***

A few minutes later.

"Hmm~ Hm~"

Galloping, Belle continued humming with a joyful smile on her face.

The basket on her hand swayed at each hop she took.

"Hmm—Uh?"

But her pleasant mood was soon broken and her face scrunched up.

Looking around, there was no one in sight.

She had told them that they were supposed to meet up at 12:30 PM.

So...

"Where...?"

She then glanced down at her phone and opened her text message with Brandon.

—I'm here, where are you?"

—Not there.

—I'm serious.

—You took too long, Sis.

Belle frowned. What did he mean, too long? She was there just in....

...Time?

"Ah."

As she scrolled up, her brows twitched.

What she thought she had texted was 12:30, was actually 11:30.

"..."

Embarrassed, she immediately closed the chat box and walked ahead.

Hopefully, no one saw what happened.

"Sob... Sob."

And her eyes started to moisten as she walked away.

***

Before he could finish, Rachel interjected and flashed them a thumbs up.

"Accepted."

"Accepted."

.

.

And the rest followed her example.

All odds were against Brandon. It was a 1-6 difference. An overwhelming defeat.

And since the rules were set by him, the idea was final.

Class A would establish a maid cafe, with Brandon as its main attraction.

And to his horror, the presenters continued as he realized they were walking towards him.

"Actually, we've brought a prototype."

"..."

Oh no.

And thus Brandon tried to stand up.

To get away.

Far away from everyone.

Everyone, everything.

"This is a mistake—"

But before he could stand up, his body was pushed down back on the chair,

Looking up, Raven and Reinhard had both of their hands on his shoulders.

He tried to move, but it was to no avail.

A sudden chill ran down Brandon's spine as he looked at their eyes.

A sinister-like smirk escaped the two's lips and Brandon's entire body shuddered.

"Hehe."

And an ominous chuckle escaped their mouths.

As Brandon turned his head, the presenters had already appeared before him.

They held the maid uniform. For some reason, it was the appropriate size for Brandon.

"Stay still, Class Leader. It'll be quick and painless."

Just like Reinhard and Raven, the presenters had a sinister smirk marred on their faces.

"Hold him."

"No, no, no no....!"

*

Brandon stood on the podium. His eyes were detached, and there were barely any signs of life from him.

"It's even better in person!"

"Why does it actually suit him? I've tried maid uniforms myself. But he looks much better than me with it."

"He's so pretty..."

Comments and praises about his current appearance continued to ring in the air.

Brandon tried to not notice it, but some of his male classmates definitely had a nosebleed.

His arms were raised wide open, with Raven and Reinhard on both sides holding him.

Squinting her eyes and inching her chin, Rachel thoroughly scanned Brandon.

Nodding to herself, she pursed her lips.

"This could be a hit."

"Yes. With this, we could definitely reach first place."

Cyrus Rosewill chimed in from beside Rachel.

The officers continued to nod as they stared at the half-dead Brandon.

"Someone, take my picture!"

Click—!

Realizing that they were taking pictures with Brandon, Raven had a sudden idea.

One that made Brandon shudder in fear.

"We could offer this kind of service as well. A photo opportunity with Brandonella."

As those words left Raven's mouth, Brandon horridly turned his head and met his gaze.

His mouth twitched and a certain curse escaped his lips.

"Motherfuck—"