The Continent of Europe

Chapter 50's

...CHAPTRE 50...

...I WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND...

By the time Rosaline and Jordan finally took vodka from James. The blond man could only slump to the table. His mouth pursed, pouting, as Rosaline told him to stop drinking.

"Don't look at me like that, Adler. Your puppy eyes won't affect me at all" Rosaline said. His hands crossed in front of his chest as an irritated moan came out from the mouth of the blond man in front of him.

Really am. It was strange to see him pout like a child. Very unsuitable for his aristocratic face that always hardened in an expression of arrogance that every time he put on while walking or passing with the crowd.

"Jameses. Not Adler!" He chirped, "You're not my father who can always manage me whenever you want. Give me that fucking vodka now and we're done. I won't be mad at you."

As if not hearing the blond man's chatter, Rosaline again sipped her mocktail calmly.

"Disregard him, Jordan. Don't give him anything else but water. He's drunk" Rosaline said a little sternly. So that makes Jordan inevitably finally nodded and obeyed.

The two of them continued their unfinished conversation. Ignoring the existence of the blond young man who was now stomping the table like a child while yelling at Jordan to bring him another bottle of Vodka.

"Is he often like this?" Rosaline asked as she watched Jordan who was counting something.

As if knowing the meaning of Rosaline's words, the handsome bartender nodded. Her lips made an indentation of an uncomfortable smile as her eyes looked around. It was as if making sure no one heard their conversation. The music at the bar has not stopped.

"As I said earlier, he's been here a lot with that girl named Oliver. They usually come here when there's a problem."

"And drunk to this?" His emerald eyes glanced at James, making sure that the man was fine and was still sitting quietly there.

Jordan nodded back. "Just company. Soon he will tell a story. As a tenter in this bar I've often heard the complaints of the two of them."

Raising his eyebrows, Rosaline wondered what Jordan had just said. He opened his mouth to ask but dear. Without him noticing, Jordan had already walked away from the two of them with a meaningful smile. A smile that seemed to say 'you've got this.'

He stared long at the bartender, wondering what he should do now. He turned around only to see James looking at him with deep eyes. It was as if he was something that the man wanted.

Flinched from her daydream, Rosaline intends to go to the bathroom. Trying to clear his mind first before facing James again. But, just a few steps Rosaline felt something warm in her hand.

Slowly, the girl directed her eyes to observe the sudden warmth around her hands. His eyes narrowed. Once he found a burly hand was grasping him possessively.

Well, Rosaline didn't even bother looking up just to make sure whose hand it was. Because he knows who did it.

"Stay's."

His voice was raucous, as if the man was ready to cry.

Rosaline stiffened there before nodding and walking to her chair back. With her heavy hands still in her arms, Rosaline tried to open her mouth. Wanted to talk, but no words came out. He was too stunned to speak.

Rosaline did not answer. He nodded his head without saying anything. Letting the figure of the blond man in front of her squeeze her hands gently.

Their eyes were glued to each other like glue. Grey meets emerald. With such a close distance, Rosaline could see the blue color encircling the man's gray eyes. Beautiful, he thought. Shining under the bright light.

"You're drunk, Adl— I mean James," he quickly changed his call as James threw a murderous gaze at him. "You better take a taxi home. Take it easy I'll get Oliver to take your car here."

James shook his head. "I don't want to go home yet. Please, can we stay here a little longer? I need peace."

Rosaline rolled her eyes lazily. Mock. How could James call this place peace while the music in the bar is now so loud. So hard to make the heart beat uncomfortable.

"I always come here whenever I fight with my dad or Clark. They're both really troublesome. Always corner me with their useless opinions."

"Agreement about what?"

"Casta," he said, "about the caste in this damn world. They always told me to be cruel to others whose castes were inferior to mine. Even though they know I don't want to do it, but still. They always forced me to do that and I hated it, Rosaline. I don't wanna do it.

“Sometimes, I really want to go against my family rules and be an ordinary teenager like you. But I can't. I'm stuck in the title of the golden money that always forces me to be the perfect person. I was always followed by the media never leaving me alone.

"Do you know it's hard to live in this world. Where everyone is so quick to judge someone just by going through the media window they see. Have you ever seen news about the golden money or about my family? They describe it very well.

"The golden money donates money to orphanages or the Adler family which is always a fundraiser for underprivileged children. Pfft—. All of this is just imagery. The image we built to cover the dark secrets we were hiding."

For some reason, Rosaline wanted to keep that man's mouth shut. It was not right to hear all the words that came out of his mouth while he was drunk.

What will he feel when he wakes up? Is he going to curse Rosaline or feel depressed? I don't know. Rosaline has to stop him now.

"James— stop you mabu—"

"I envy you."

Rosaline stunned. Eyes widened in disbelief.

"I've always been jealous of you, even hated you. You have a family that loves you. Even though I have a mother who loves me, but still. It doesn't feel enough. You have an understanding family, even though you always fight, but that's what makes your family harmonious.

"I'm so jealous of you, Rosaline. You are surrounded by friends and family who understand you. Have the same mindset and always support you. They're even ready to die to protect you. Like Kaylie or Reagan.

"And for me to see all the things I want to have on you is so annoying. I also want to have someone willing to do that for me. A real friend. Regardless of my status and wealth."

Rosaline flinched as soon as she caught a glimpse of tears in the corner of James's eyes. Oh my God, this guy is crying! thought Rosaline. He could hear a slow sobbing as James immersed his face into his arms. Slightly glanced at Rosaline with teary eyes.

"I want to be your friend, Rosaline."