The Continent of Europe

Chapter 11's

...CHAPTRE 11...

...THE GLASSES GIRL'S...

Brak!

Rosaline was aghast to hear a loud noise coming from the end of the corridor. The girl, who was putting some things into her locker, hurriedly ran to see the cause of the loud noise she had just heard.

From behind the wall, Rosaline popped her head just to peek out from a distance. Over there. He saw Clark standing tall and surrounded by a crowd dominated by men. He was smiling cunningly and staring low at the woman below him.

"Who is that?" Ask Rosaline.

He squinted his eyes at who the woman under Clark was before running towards it and stopping right in the crowd then tiptoe to take a peek.

"Don't block my path, you shameless lowly fellow!" Clark yelling. His eyes flashed a flash of hatred then brutally kicked a plastic glass lying on the floor.

The woman who was shouted at by Clark then lowered her head, looking not daring to stare back at Clark's iris looking at him sharply. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "i didn't see you at all" he said stammeringly.

With trembling hands the woman grabbed the plastic cup, trying as hard as possible to ignore the piercing gaze of the golden money member's son, which gave him a feeling of grinding all over the body.

"I'm sorry? After making my shoes dirty? That's right, damn it?!" Clark exclaims. He hissed disliking while pointing towards the white shoes he was wearing right now.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it" said the woman in a trembling voice.

Clark clucked then let out a rough groan from his mouth. "I hate lowly people like you the most" he said.

He took off the glasses the woman was wearing and then violently threw them on the floor. With a single stomp, a 'crack' sound was heard and the glasses snapped instantly.

The crowd that had since witnessed the unpleasant scene in front of them instantly fell silent. Rosaline could hear their gasping breaths after Clark stepped on the woman's glasses and broke the handle.

Instantly the noise that had been created by the crowd surrounding the two women was instantly silent. The heavy shock hit the hearts of all of them, just like Rosaline was now.

"Fuck my shoes, goddamn it! You're really brash. Have you forgotten who I am? I'm a member of the golden money!" Lecar Clark.

Clark lowered his head and gripped the chin of the woman below him violently. Makes the woman exchange glances with a flash of Clark's hatred.

"Should I remind you where you are, huh? You're just a scholarship student, you idiot. I could've made the board revoke your scholarship and you wouldn't be able to attend here anymore."

Clark's threat made the girl's body shiver, not cold, but fear. His pupils moved uneasily, staring at the horror of Clark's face that made him look like he wanted to cry right then and there.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. Her tears flowed through the corners of her eyes as Clark threw his face violently, making his tiny body stagger back.

"I remind you again. I'm a golden money. My degree is higher than yours, even than all of you! You must bow to me and never fight back. If you oppose me, I'll make sure you live in hell."

Clark threw a sharp glare at the woman below him before directing his gaze across the men surrounding him now. He snorted violently, then stomped his feet away.

He left Rosaline — which he did not even know that the girl had been there since last— with the crowd who also slowly disappeared. Left Rosaline with the woman still sitting on the floor, lamenting her broken glasses.

"I'm sorry," Lirih Rosaline. He lowered his body to align with the woman and offered a handkerchief.

The woman looked up. He shook his head while receiving the handkerchief Rosaline gave him, then said, "it's fine. It was my fault for hitting him. I shouldn't have daydreamed while walking earlier."

"Your glasses are broken, maybe I can buy you a new one."

It sounds more like a statement than a question. Rosalyn. He stared at the old woman just to get the denial coil from her before sighing deeply.

"You sure? I have no problem buying you a new one" Rosaline added.

She felt bad about what happened to those women just now. It was Clark who broke his glasses, but it was Rosaline who felt guilty.

The woman shook her head again, now there was a big smile on her face. "It's okay. I'm lucky only the handle was broken. I can fix it with glue or duct tape later. Thank you, Rosaline."

Rosaline gawking. "How do you know my name?"

The woman chuckled softly. "You're friends with Miss Jenkins' family. How could I not know your name. You're famous all over Westminster university."

Rosaline giggles. "Hahaha, I don't know if I should be flattered or not" she laughed.

The woman shriveled in wonder. "Why? You should be happy to be friends with him. He's from a respectable family."

And Rosaline chose not to answer.

Because to be honest, instead of feeling happy or proud to be friends with Clark. Rosaline was uncomfortable with their friendship. And he himself doesn't know the reason.

"Well, who cares about it, I don't even know why."

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

After reading Reagan's message telling him to go home first, Rosaline said. So here it is now. Sitting under the bus stop while raising his head looked at the gray cloudy sky above him.

The girl turned her attention towards the London bus route board and read it for a moment before turning to the turn of the road, where her ears caught the sound of the car engine getting closer.

Before long, the red bus was coming. Rosaline got up from where she was sitting and stepped her feet in along with a strong wind that suddenly hit her face.

He groaned tiredly when he found the contents of the bus full, where there were no seats left for him to sit. Finally with a resigned sigh, Rosaline grabbed the grip handle and chose to stand.

He turned his gaze out the window, watching the pedestrian-filled sidewalk. Unknowingly his grip on the handle grip strengthened as his eyes accidentally saw the glasses shop. Instantly his head showed his memory back about the glasses woman.

"I know he turned down my offer, but I'm stubborn. I'd better stop by the glasses store later and buy her new glasses," she said, smiling proudly, as if her thoughts were a brilliant idea.

I don't know how long he's been arguing with his own mind. Think he should report Clark's actions to the college board and professors? Or maybe he could ask professor Watson for help?

But what if they ignore it?Remember Clark is the son of a member of the golden money. Worst possibility is, Rosaline's complaint will be ignored by all of them.

"Fuck with that. At least I'm trying to help!"

Rosaline flinched as the female passenger in front of her suddenly stood up and pressed the bell, telling the bus driver that her destination had arrived. The woman looked at him flatly as her chin pointed towards where he was sitting earlier, as if telling Rosaline to sit there.

Rosaline watched the woman's back, which moved further and further away from her sight, then disappeared right after the bus moved back.