RINGG! RINGGG!
Some men in the locker room glanced at the locker, where the phone was ringing loudly. They looked at each other, curiosity shining in their eyes.
"Whose locker is that?" asked one of the men, making the other shrug. "It’s been ringing nonstop."
The men approached the locker where the ringing phone was kept. However, there was no name on it—just the number 8, which surprised them. They had almost forgotten that lockers at the school were only labeled with numbers.
"Haha, it’s been a while since I was back at school," said one of the men, laughing. "I forgot there’s no name on it."
The other man also laughed, gazing at the number. "Let’s just tell the person with the same locker key number that his phone is ringing nonstop. It might be an emergency."
"Hey, today is twelve years ago. The only emergency we’re all getting is a pop quiz," the other man quipped as they both started walking away.
"Come on. Do you actually believe we’re back in time?"
"Haha."
"Hey, congratulations, by the way. I heard you had your first child not long ago."
"Yes, she’s very cute—ahh... I should’ve brought her here."
"But didn’t you say we’re back in time?"
"Come on, dude."
As the two men humored each other, walking back to the gymnasium after dropping off some things, the phone in one of the lockers continued to ring. They had planned to tell the locker owner about the nonstop ringing but eventually forgot because they were stopped by a few of their friends, asking for assistance.
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Inside the gymnasium, Atlas dropped the key to his locker. But before he could pick it up, someone else already did. Deep lines appeared between his brows as he stared at the key, which had the number 8 on it, and then at the person holding it.
"Hello, Mr. Bennet."
When Atlas met the other person’s eyes, he tilted his head to the side. He blinked repeatedly, as if trying to figure out who it was.
"Ha ha..." the woman chuckled nervously under his gaze. "Mr. Bennet, did you forget... who I am?" she asked, as his look seemed to suggest he was trying to remember. "It’s me, Kiara, your new... business associate?"
Kiara flashed him an awkward grin, hoping it would explain everything.
"What makes you think I don’t know the people I’m doing business with?" he replied, reaching for his locker key from her hands.
"Oh." She laughed nervously again. "I’m sorry. I just thought you didn’t recognize me. I’m sorry."
She pressed her lips into a thin line, watching him put the key back into his pocket. As she observed, she couldn’t help but wonder why Atlas was giving her that look. If only she knew that the reason wasn’t so complicated.
In the past hour since the party started, many things had happened. The party looked more like a festival, with everyone doing their own thing. There were a few games prepared for them, which Atlas hadn’t joined. However, it had been a while since he had seen his sister. ƒreewebɳovel.com
’Why does he look displeased?’ she wondered to herself, looking back at the man in the corner. She darted her eyes between Atlas and the stranger, and then her brows rose.
’Is the rumor true? That Atlas is into... men?’ she wondered to herself, glancing up at Atlas. To her surprise, he was marching toward the man in the corner. Kiara held her breath, but she found herself following Atlas, just in case he needed help.
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