Scars by Rin Tan Qian Yong (best book reader TXT) 📖

fill. Oceane did not really eat that much. Out of ten dishes, she tried three of the dishes and in each of the dish she tried, she took only one of them. She a small bowl of rice and claimed that she was full after the pesters of Mrs. Fiery.

Frey, on the other hand, ate loads. Oceane stared as Frey ate five big bowls of rice, one whole dish, and half of the other nine dishes.

“Wow Flame, I didn’t know you ate so much.”, Oceane said in amusement and surprise, a ,mix of emotions.
“Looks can indeed decieve people, can’t they?”, Mrs. Fiery joined in with a little twist and a little joke. “I guess so.”, Oceane answered, and the two females laughed.

“What’s wrong with eating? Like, eating too much? At least I’m neither overweight nor fat!”, Frey exclaimed as he joined in their laughter.

Frey looked at his watch. “We’ve got to go mum, bye!”, he said.

“What? Hey! Come on! It’s not as if Oceane will fall for me and not as if I will fall for her! We’re not lesbians! What are you SO afraid of!”, Mrs. Fiery shouted in a teasing way which drived Frey crazy. “I’m not worried about that! It’s just that it’s three-thirty already! We’ve got to go or else we’ll be late! And we-”, a finger on his lip shutted Frey up. 

“Frey! Please. Stop. Sorry Mrs. Fiery, we’ve got to go. Why not I visit you again when I have free time?”, Oceane asked as she tried to solve the problem between the son and mother. “Sure! Why not? Bye!”, Mrs. Fiery said in a cheerful voice. “Bye.”, Oceane answered as she put her finger down from Flame’s lips.

An Argument, An Explanation, Then The Party

In the car, Oceane remained silent as she registered what Mrs. Fiery had told.

“You okay?”, Frey asked, curious, at Oceane’s sudden silence. “I’m fine.”, said Oceane. “Good.”, Frey smiled.

“Hey Frey.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you… not trust me enough?

“What?!”

Frey turned to look at Oceane, who had her face away from his and focused on the glass. “We-we’ll talk later, if it’s private.”, Frey said, looking at the chaffeur.

The car screeched to a stop outside the entrance of the ball. “Come with me.”, Frey whispered and pulled Oceane to a dark corner. “W-wait! Ow! It hurts! F-Frey, please, relax a little… m-my arm, hurts……”, Oceane said as Frey continued his strong grip on her hand.

Bang! Frey pushed Oceane on the wall. “What did you mean…?”, Frey asked. “Huh? I…I………”, Oceane stammered, thinking of the correct words to say. “Tell me. What did you mean that I didn’t trust you enough…… Oceane…”, Frey continued, a desperate voice.

“I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that… I…… I just…” 

“What did you mean?!”, Frey shouted. He pressed against her. So close. So close that they could hear the heartbeats of one another’s. “It’s just that……”, Oceane stopped for a moment, fresh tears started to trickle down her pale slick face as she continued, “You were afraid that I would cheat you. You were afraid I only wanted your money. Do I look… like that kind of person? Am I…… someone like that to you? Tell me! What am I to you?”.

“I-I’m sorry Oceane.”, Frey said, and continued, “It’s just that it was the environment I grew up in. I’m so sorry… Please… forgive me… I’m not asking you to understand… Just forgive me… okay?”, Frey asked.

Oceane threw herself at Frey as she sobbed and cried. Frey smiled and said, “Thank you. Somehow, I knew you’d understand. I just didn’t know why. Would you…… mind? To explain, I mean.”.

“Oh…”, Oceane looked up. “My environment was just days of torture and pain, nothing else. Oh!”, Oceane clutched her head, it was painful to revive the memories she had sinked so deeply in her mind before. “ O-Oceane, a-are you okay? It’s okay to not tell me. If it’s that hurtful.”, Frey said quickly, not wanting just a memory, any memory or anything to hurt his beloved. He stroked Oceane’s head and held her hand and headed towards the ball entrance once again, “Come on, we don’t want to be the only people late, do we?”, he asked.

A Public Kiss

“N-no…”, she answered and allowed him to lead her to the entrance. In the room, they danced, ate their “dinner” – boys and girls kept crowding around her and talking to her ( she doesn’t feel like it was dinnertime, morelike, annoyingtime. ) – quietly.

“F-Frey? What are you doing? We’ve got to go, come on.”, Oceane whispered quietly beside Frey, who was drinking wine. “Come on… let me talk to my friends a little more……”, Frey said. “Fine, but stop drinking wine, you’ll get yourself drunk.”, she whispered back.

After ten minutes, the chatters at Frey's table stopped. Curious, Oceane turned towards their table to see in wild shock that everybody there was drunk. She gasped. “Frey!”, Oceane ran towards Flame. “Come on Frey, let’s go.”, she said, making an attempt to carry Frey to the posh car waiting outside. Suddenly, Frey woke up and kissed Oceane straight on the mouth in front of the lot. Oceane was shocked she shook the kiss away and allowed the chaffeur waiting outside to carry him. “Wow!”, “Awesome!”, “Cool!”, words like that filled the ballroom. Embarassed, Oceane strutted out into the car while covering her mouth and entered the car before the chaffeur drove.

“Frey!”, Oceane looked at the drunken Frey, almost in tears as she tried to keep it from flowing.

An Apology, Forgiven

Knock! Knock knock! Loud knocks came from the front door in the evening as Oceane ran to open the door which led her to Frey. “Let’s go up.”, Frey said, gesturing to Oceane’s room. Oceane nodded. “Look, I didn’t really know what I did yesterday so I’m sorry, it suddenly came back to my mind about what I did at the ball, forgive me alright?”, Frey tried to explain. “But… I’m not angry… So you came all the way to my house just for this?”, Oceane asked as she tried to stifle a giggle. The event itself which happened yesterday was funny to remember, and now Frey came all the way here just to apologise. “I understand that you were drunk yesterday… He he…… Hee hee……”, Oceane continued, still trying to keep her laughter to herself. “You’re really not angry?”, Frey asked Oceane.

“N-nope. Ff…… Ha…”, she answered, stifling her chuckle in their conversation.

“There’s school tomorrow right? I wonder how the teacher’s going to react…”, Oceane said, her laughter now in her control. “Yeah. I hope he doesn’t tell our families. Because I don’t know how your relatives will react, but my mother won’t reprimand me at all. In fact, she’d be on cloud nine!”, Frey exclaimed as he took a short breath and continued, “Since you’ve already forgiven me, I’ll leave now, goodbye.”, he said as he gave Oceane a peck on her cheek and went to the car as he gave instructions to the driver to drive back home. Oceane was left at her room, blushing deeply as she was caught on surprise from the kiss she was given on the cheek.

She’d forgiven him. She’d understood. So glad was Frey that a gigantic smile was pasted on his face. So was Oceane, she felt awesome to know that Frey had cared about her after all. He even came to her door just to apologize. Her face was as pretty as usual but what made it stand out even more was that pretty sleek smile on her pale face.

The Next Day. A Rumour? Or The Truth?

The next day, Frey stood outside Oceane’s front door.

"Good morning, Oceane, I came to pick you up. It'll be a daily exercise since the whole school already knows our relationship." Oceane simply nodded although she felt her heart racing as she stepped into his car.

As she stepped out of the car, Oceane heard whispers and caught glares from a few of her classmates. She stepped back a little and Frey caught her in his arms as he bent down to whisper, "I'll protect you."

He held on to her hand and gently pulled her as they made their way through the crowd to the school's main door.

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