"Please hold on, Miss Cynthia," Wayne spoke politely from a distance as he fixed his spectacle.
Her hands gently brushed through her hair but she didn't turn back right away. She looked reluctant and stressed holding her food with her free hand.
Eyes squinted and brows furrowed, she frowned and thought for a while about what to do.
Why does these jerks want to meet me? Even if they do recognize my identity, they shouldn't had come to meet me right away and within the college campus.
As she heard their steps coming closer and distant whispering, she finally turned around and pursed her lips.
"Who might you be?" she pretended not to know them while facing them with her expressionless face.
It was even hard to think what to utter on their first formal meeting but she came with some lame words.
Wayne exchanged glances with Ed with a smirk whereas Eric was whistling while pretending as if she didn't exist for him.
From his expression, he only saw this girl as the one he met at the café for gaming purpose and it appeared that his brother didn't tell him Cynthia another identity.
"You are Cynthia Cress, right?" Wayne asked to confirm it rather than answering her lame question.
Hearing him, Cynthia gave an aloof reaction and nodded. Her eyes captured the crowd whispering around them.
"Why do the famous seniors wish to meet a trash?"
"Did she offend them somehow?"
"It would be better if that's the case but will the trio walk around the campus just to capture a person who offended them?"
"Not really! Senior Ed doesn't like crowd, he could have just asked his men to get her".
"So, why did they are here?"
…
The constant chattering seemed unending.
Cynthia ignored the whispers as she always used to do and let out a sigh, "Yes".
"Its me, so what? Are you here to see me for some work?" she directly asked standing firm in front of them and glanced at Eric, who was putting every effort to ignore her.
"Miss, you are correct. We want to have some word with you," Wayne once again showed her a polite smile but only got uninterested gaze in return.
They didn't expect her to nod after throwing such an indifferent look to them.
"No problem but where do you want to talk?" she looked around to point the sharp gazes of their fan and their big ears ready to eavesdrop at them.
While they were talking, someone with the sharpest gaze in the cafeteria was having a bitter meal in the corner with her friends.
"Who is she?" asked Rena, the cousin of Luv Serta and a student graduating in science course.
She was a senior and a classmate who was fund of Ed almost to the point of being obsessive toward him.
Every other girl, who has ever fixed their eyes on him got brutally bullied by her and her friends.
Black curls down her shoulder, reaching her waist and a fair face, she was a beauty and recognized herself as Ed another half who was a match for his charming look.
"She is… Cynthia," Ricky replied.
She was also Rena's one of friends and lackey and often helps her in bullying other girls.
Ricky was a little hesitating since Rena have seen Cynthia in the party in her true form without any boring glasses.
Rena raised her eyebrows and frowned, "That girl from the party… its her? Is she seducing them while looking like an innocent girl in front of others eyes?".
"Yes… yes. You are absolutely right," Ricky become over excited and nodded seriously.
Rena face sunk as she sneered.
This bitch… how dare she seduce my man. I have been waiting for a chance to have him and she became an obstacle.
But it won't last for a long. Just like another girl, she will have to back off.
She sneered and smirked showing an evil smile. Her eyes glinted together.
"You know, I heard from my cousin that Ed dislikes physical touch since it disgusts him," she rolled her eyes and stopped her gaze on one of her lackeys, gesturing her to do something.
A sharp chuckle left on her disgusted face.
…
"Then how about we move to our casual place, Miss Cynthia". Wayne spoke and nodded exchanging glances with Ed, who was fully covered with gloves and clothing leaving only face uncovered.
He was yet to spoke a single word to her and was busy staring her and her hands.
His inner imagination was running wild while remembering the kiss he had back then and his eyes were straying on her lips.
That was the lips that touched me…
Yes, that was it.
What if I touch it and her hands… will my body react the same as it has reacted before or will it not… just like last night?
He was busy thinking about it until a girl passed by and pushed Cynthia toward Ed.