TAEYONG narrows his eyes at the girl who just disrupted his nap. He's not supposed to appear infront of her. Heck, he should've just remained on his spot on top of the tree, thinking about a certain someone he shouldn't even be thinking of. But when he recognizes her familiar face, he reckons it's fascinating how she even entered inside Eton. "You're glad I'm alive? Why? Did you wish for me to die?" he retorts.

"I'm being sincere. Your brother was so worried about you that night. And I somehow felt guilty because you suddenly disappeared when I told you I'll go get help," she answers back.

"I don't want to ruin your night with the Prince," he says, leaning his back against the trunk of the tree.

Shaking her head, Traze waves her hand and turns her back. "Oh, why did I even see you here? Just continue whatever you're doing up there. I'm leaving." But before she can start to walk, she suddenly faces him again. "By the way, do you happen to know where the bridge near Eton Chapel is?" she asks, showing him the notebook.

Taeyong smirks, crossing his hands over his chest. Now his curiosity builds up again as to why she's there in the first place. "Of course. But why should I tell you?"

"Because... you're a nice lad?" she answers back in question, her eyes pleading and hoping he'd help.

"I'm not a nice lad. Whoever told you that must be messing with you," he answers with a smirk.

"No one told me that. I just feel it," Traze says, still looking at him. "Come on. Will it do you harm to tell me?"

Taeyong pauses, then points a finger to his right.

Traze smiles, tapping his shoulder casually. "I knew you're a nice lad. Thanks, mingebag." She immediately runs away after saying that because she's scared he might hit her, remembering those times she saw him at the pub.

When she turns to her right, she passes by a fountain infront of a building. There's no chapel or bridge in sight. She walks forward, in the hope of seeing a bridge, but instead, she sees another building, which looks like a lecture hall. A few students walk past her, staring at her and probably laughing mentally at the sight of a deprived girl, holding a bouquet of roses and a paper bag. Everyone is wearing their official uniforms so it's unlikely that they can't notice her.

And that's the only time she realizes that Taeyong must have tricked her. That arse... I'm gonna kill him! She curses in her mind, as she continues to march forward, looking at her watch. 9:20. "Oh bollocks!"

She runs to a pathway leading to a somewhat greenhouse and when she looks straight ahead, she finally sees a building with a cross on top of it. "That must be the chapel!" Still panting, she continues to run, until she reaches an open garden. From afar, she can already see the bridge and standing on it are two students: a petite and pretty girl with a wavy, black hair and a tall and good-looking lad facing her.

Traze slowly moves towards them, and as she approaches, she can hear that they're arguing. "Elexa, please... just let me take you out," the lad says, almost pleading.

"I already told you, Jaemin that I only see you as a friend," the girl namely Elexa answers back.

Traze steps back a bit, but as soon as she does, the girl notices her. "Oh, sorry. Are you gonna pass by?"

"Uh... I believe I'm here to deliver this to you, ma'am." Traze hands her the roses and the paper bag with chocolates.

The lad, whom she learns to be Jaemin, suddenly faces her with an exasperated look. "Are you the one from the flower shop?"

Traze nods, bowing. "I'm sorry, sir. I got lost along the way."

Jaemin lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're late and you're fired! I'm telling this to your boss. You may leave. Now!"

"But sir..." Traze tries to protest, but she knows it's no use. If that lad is really a Lord, then she can't do anything about it anymore. Besides, her boss already told her that he paid a lot of money for it.

"Is this how you treat other people? You're impossible!" Elexa shoves the bouquet and the paper bag on Jaemin's face and moves towards Traze. "I'm sorry about that."

Traze just nods, as the girl walks away. She tries to control her emotions at that moment. Her anger builds up every second that she just wants to curse out loud, but she knows that she shouldn't, especially not within the walls of Eton. And then, she remembers something, or rather, someone. Taeyong, if not for you, I wouldn't be late.

Craking her knuckles, she stops by the tree, where she saw him earlier. He isn't there anymore. Ye, you better hide yourself, mingebag! She punches and kicks the trunk of the tree, until she feels all the pain in her hands and feet. "This is your fault! I got fired because of you! You have no idea what this means to me because you're a heartless elite who doesn't care about low class people. You're such an arse!" she exclaims, covering her face with her hands.

When she reaches back the flower shop, the first thing she hears from her boss are words she doesn't really expect, "Go back to Eton! We have another booking from there."

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"DO you want us to crush that royal pain's face?" Haechan cracks his neck, standing up and as if warming up and getting ready for a fight. "Chenle here can do martial arts. He'll be down in no time!"

Chenle frowns, chuckling. "Uh, I can't do martial arts, Haechan."

"But you're from China, you should know how to at least do that," Haechan insists.

Chenle shakes his head. "Not everyone in China knows martial arts."

Jisung nods. "Mate's got a point."

But Chelsie just remains quiet, as she stares blankly on her full plate. It's their lunch break and it has been almost 4 hours since she got humiliated on national television. She feels like everyone in their school already knows about it. They keep on looking at her like she did a serious crime.

"Chelsie, we know the truth. Don't mind those other people," Jisung speaks, tapping her back in comfort.

Chelsie heaves a deep sigh. "I didn't think he could do that."

"He's got money and power, Chelsie. But us? We only got our pride to defend. If I ever come across his face, I'll really..." Haechan pauses, balling his fists in rage.

"You'll really do what?" Chenle asks.

"I'll shout and curse at his goddamn face," Haechan finishes, sitting down and smashing the table with his fists.

Chelsie forces a laugh. "Thank you for your concern, chaps. But I really do hope I won't ever see him again."

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JENO tries to focus on what his friend is telling him, but his mind can't help but think about Chelsie. He knows she's probably cursing at him the moment she saw the news earlier. But it's not like he did it on his will. He never wanted to do that, more so hurt someone like her.

"Chum, you're not even listening," his friend says in a pissed tone.

"Jaemin, I'm listening," Jeno answers, lying to his friend.

Jaemin shakes his head. "I really don't get girls. Why do they have to play hard to get?"

"Maybe Elexa doesn't really want you," Jeno says bluntly.

"Why won't she like me? I'm a royal." Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest with a conceited smile plastered on his face.

The moment he says that, Elexa, Renjun and Mark walk past them at the park, the latter ignoring Jeno for the first time and he has a hunch as to why.

"That lad... he reckons he's all that, but he's just an elite," Jaemin speaks again, pertaining to Renjun.

"Chum, I'll be back in a while." Jeno stands up from the bench, catching up with Mark. When the latter sees him, he lifts his chin in acknowledgement. "Jeno."

"Mark, I know you've seen it," Jeno starts.

Mark nods. "I did. Why did you do it? I thought you're better than that, chum."

"Father made me do it. I know it's awful and maybe unforgivable," Jeno pauses, letting out a sigh. "But my hands are tied here, chum. Before you judge me, please understand that I can't do anything but heed to my father's order. I tried to protest, but he just won't listen."

Mark taps his shoulder. "You should tell Chelsie that, Jeno. Not me."

A/N: Hey mates! I had to update because I just realized I haven't updated for a week now (and because you-know-who is gonna celebrate his birthday tomorrow) and even though I haven't written much lately because of work and all, I know a few of you are still waiting for this update so I hope you liked this somehow.

I'll end this note with this convo of Johnny and Mark in British accent (which they actually did in Nimdle's behind-the-scenes) You wouldn't believe how surprised I was when they did this knowing that I'm writing this story and their characters here are Brits. haha XD

Johnny: "Would you like a bottle of water?"

Mark: "Thank you. I was actually thirsty."

Johnny: "Not at all."

Thank you for reading again. Vote and comment if you liked this! :)

~neoluv #HappyVdayJae