SENSITIVE LOVE

Seeds c i n t a

Steven entered the school gate with casual steps as usual, most of the girls of course had clustered and whispered loudly as he passed by. It was as if enjoying the beautiful scenery that had just passed by.

Steven does not use a private vehicle, but what he wears makes girls glorify him. A tall body with the right proportions, sharp eyes with jaws that make it seem very manly. In her right ear were two piercings, but she did not wear anything due to school regulations.

Shoes, watches, bags and other items that he wears are not goods with a cheap brand. That's what makes a lot of speculation, that he's the son of a rich man.

Steven paused as his eyes caught the sight he used to see in his old school. A girl who was bullied by a bunch of other girls who seemed more powerful. The thing that made him interested was of course not the bullion, but the existence of Clara who broke the crowd, then helped the victim of the bullian who fell on the ground, to stand up straight again.

The other children only saw that they were willing to break up, it seemed to be too ordinary. Steven guessed, most likely because the bullies have great power in this school.

"Once again they showed it."

Steven glanced at Bobi who was already standing on his right side, then he returned to being a spectator of the behavior of the child in front of them.

"Is he always involved in all people's problems?" ask Steven

"Who? deputy OSIS? Sure oes... Although he was a nobody, but Aldo's presence behind him made other children dare not do more to him."

The statement made Steven fully look at Bobi, he was really curious. His essence was no longer on Clara's debate with the bully up ahead. The relationship between Aldo and Clara.

"Aldo it... How big is the effect here?"

"That's great" Bobi paused for a moment and smiled meaningfully. "He's the real ruler here. If Rafael is the headmaster's son, Aldo is the only grandson of the school's owner. That's why I'm amazed when you make him like a personal bodyguard."

Steven understands now. He looked at Clara for a moment before moving on from there. Just passing through that crowd. But just a few steps, he and Bobi were stopped by the gang of bullies. Steven stared flat at the face of the girl in front of him. The boy smiled and made a gesture to spread the charm he had. Unfortunately Steven did not show any response at all. He's clearly not interested.

"I'm Anya, the son of the owner of Green hotel and Ciputra Mall. Nice to meet you, Steven!"

Steven glanced at the hand that was pointing at him. So her name is Anya?

Unfortunately, Steven doesn't care. On the contrary, he even hated this type of girl so much. A girl like this just makes him sick. Roughly Steven bumped into the girl's shoulder with his sturdy arm. Makes Anya almost unsteady if only her friends did not hold her.

Anya looked at Steven's back with a red face and clenched hands. He was so ashamed to be treated like that. Especially in the presence of many other children whom he has always considered to respect him.

Bobi tried to hold back his laughter, when they had little to no distance from Anya. Then he laughed out loud. Make people watch them. Of course Steven became more uncomfortable, so he shook Bobi's head slowly so that the boy was silent.

"Damn it!" swear Bobi and punch Steven softly in the arm before chuckling again.

"Rafa should have seen that crazy girl's expression, Bwahahaha!" Again he laughed.

"Why should?" steven asked, he asked not because he cared, he only responded as a form of hospitality to a friend.

"Because Anya is her ex" said Bobbi quickly.

Steven smiled cynically. They had to split up because of class differences. Bobi is an IPS kid and he is not a good student in academics. Rafael is in one building with him but different classes, because Rafael is also not from the class of outstanding students. That kid is a problem maker.

Arriving in class Steven was greeted by a silence. All eyes stared at him for a moment before showing a frustrated face, they looked back at the book when they knew that it was not the teacher. Even Alvin and his horde seemed to seriously study as if it was the last thing they could do.

Steven put down his bag and casually pulled out his phone to play a game, making Dawn focus on staring at him.

"You're not learning?" Steven looked over for a moment and shook his head.

"There was a sudden test from Mr. Hamza, it was a physics lesson. He didn't play around when he was making exam questions! Save your phone and quickly learn while he hasn't come," asked Fajar with a riled face, he refocused on the training questions on his book.

Steven was still playing games when Hamza, their teacher, entered the classroom. No matter Fajar elbowed him many times he stayed focused on his phone. When his phone disappeared from his hands, he realized that the class was about to begin.

"Choose out or take the exam?" ask Mr. Hamza.

All the teachers already know about Steven, therefore Mr. Hamza who is notoriously fierce and seems to be tolerant it gives him an easy choice, it certainly makes all the children dumbfounded.

"Sorry sir, I didn't see you come in. Of course the exam, what else?" steven replied casually.

The whole class stared at the two, waiting for Hamza sir with his thunderous voice in a moment. But instead of shouting, Hamza returned Steven's phone and went back to the teacher's desk. Making the whole class again dumbfounded.

"Take out your books and collect them in front of the class. Take the question sheet and answer in front," spy Hamza sir.

At once the children including Steven collected their books. Steven stared at the matter before him while propped up by his chin. Slowly start to finish it. Fifteen minutes later, he stood up, put the question sheet and the answer on the teacher's desk before coming out.

"Return in 45 minutes because we'll continue the discussion" Hamza ordered as Steven was on the doorstep.

Steven turned around for a bit and nodded slightly before disappearing. The rest of the class was surprised to see Steven was out in a matter of minutes.

"What do you see! quickly finish! If you want to follow in Steven's footsteps at least you must have half of his ability." said Mr. Hamza flat. The entire child just lowered his head, not daring to refute this notoriously stingy teacher.

Steven is bored, there is no interesting thing he met at this school. He finally came to the OSIS room, the first place he thought of. Of course the room was empty because all the children were in the classroom. Steven looked at the long sofa in the corner of the room and lay there. He started playing the game again.

"Stupid?"

Steven knew who was coming, but he ignored and chose to focus on his phone.

"Ck, I'm going to lock this room right now" Clara said.

He came because he had forgotten to lock the door. He was only permission from his teacher for a moment. It was unexpected that he even met Steven again here.

"Later lock me, go there!" steven tampa answered.

"Come in your class and come out now,

ish!" pissed Clara.

As fast as lightning Steven woke up and was already standing looming before him. Make Clara take a few steps back. Surprised, of course, not out of fear. Clara even looked at him in annoyance.

"My class was boring so I came here. So just give me the key, I'll give it back during the break. Speaking of..." Steven advanced his pace, leaning forward so that his face was level with Clara's face. "I'm older and on a level above you."

"Know, really! But I don't want to call you brother!"

Steven re-enforced his body and chuckled softly. Damaged Clara's hair before lying down. It made the girl freeze for a moment. Again he felt a strange sigh and his face suddenly felt hot.

"Turn the key back to me! We'll be meeting at recess!"

"Hm!" muttered Steven.

Clara eventually relented and got out of there. He placed the key to the OSIS room on the table. Patting his cheeks softly while grumbling, he was confused because of the heat on the face that was unknown why. Steven of course knew that Clara had a bad hue, but he did not say anything. Just laughing inwardly as if it was his own entertainment.