It was about 11:35 am when I was sitting at English Literature, bored out of my mind. I decided to take this class considering English wasn't necessarily my first language, it was Spanish. Despite my gray eyes, it was obvious through my tan complexion that I wasn't a full American. Poor you, Trump.

Although I chose this class, it didn't mean that I was particularly excited to learn here. I already knew what the professor was teaching, and the fact that I wasted money just to take this class was a clear disappointment. There could've been a different class that was better than this, like some other foreign language. I already knew how to speak Mandarin, Spanish, French, Japanese, and of course, English. I was debating whether to learn German first or perhaps Korean. Ever since I watched that Korean Drama yesterday morning I became quite engrossed about it.

Something that grabbed my attention here though, was the fact that Mr. I-am-Theo's-Brother-But-You-Don't-Know-My-Name-And-That's-Okay was also here. If he was here, shouldn't Theo be too? I mean most of the time the students only chose this class because English wasn't their first language. Based on his features, he seemed perfectly American to me. Maybe he was actually British and wanted to learn more about America's way of speaking? Who am I kidding, why was I thinking about these stuff?

Because you're bored, Danielle.

Oh, yeah.

"Now that you've all read about Romeo and Juliet since 9th grade, while you read..." the professor carried on, while I continued my lazy gaze at him. He was around his mid-50's, wearing a red tie against his brown checkered sweater. Some would've said he was the cliché type of an old professor, and honestly, I would've agreed.

All of a sudden, a crumpled paper was thrown behind my head. Usually I would've ignored it, but due to my boredom, I was intrigued about what was possibly written in that poor wasted paper. I glanced back to check who threw it, yet no one was exactly looking back at me, except, of course, Mr. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

I suddenly felt my mark emblazon upon my head.

Kidding.

I stared at him, confused, but then realized that he wasn't going to throw the paper without any particular reason. So with that, I grabbed the piece of paper from the ground and started to unfold it.

In there, was written,

Look, I usually don't care about girls showing too much skin. It's usually their choice whenever that happens. But based on what I've observed from you, you're not that type of girl. So if you may, kindly pull up your sweater from behind.

P.S.

Pink looks great on you.

Wait, what? Pink looks great on me?

It took about 3 minutes before it dawned to me what he was saying. My eyes widened just as I realized what he really meant. I looked back at me and he shrugged with a sly smirk on his face.

That was probably why I felt cold from behind!

I immediately pulled down my hoodie until it reached the half of my bottoms. This was the first time I blushed in awhile, and never would I have thought that this was the reason for it. I rotated my head back then glared at him, onto which he raised his hands up in defense. I huffed then turned back to look front, my cheeks still warm from the occasion that happened a few seconds ago.

"What. An. Idiot," I muttered, pausing through every single word. He was an entirely different version of his own brother. Even though I've only known Theo for a day or two, I could certainly say that he was way better than his brother. First of all, Theo was a gentleman. When I fell down, he immediately helped me back up even though I was too sassy for my own good. Second, Theo was sweet. Despite my mean demeanor, I observed people enough to know what their personality was like. Yet with Theo's brother, it was so...complex. So...unpredictable.

And I didn't like that.

"Okay, for your homework, please read the middle parts of the Macbeth, an oral presentation to be shown tomorrow, thank you," Mr. Buckwheat, yes, that was his actual surname, announced as English Literature ended. I finally let out the long breath I was holding in, happy that it was already lunch.

Not when I suddenly remembered that Joseph really was going to kill me for not waking him up this morning. I was actually kidding about trying to wake him up, I didn't even bother, not even a bit. I also told the maids not to wake up despite knowing the murder scene that was about to happen during lunch.

"Hey, Danielle," someone called just as I was about to go down and order some freshly cooked Mushroom Truffle Fettuccini. I fought the urge to glare and snap at the person who distracted me from immediately buying my food, but then I remembered that not everyone here was Joseph.

"Yes?" I called, looking back at Theo's brother. If I didn't learn his name realquick, I was going to explode. Calling him Theo's brother all the time was such a waste of time!

"Who are you going with in lunch today?" He asked, arching his right brow up. My brows furrowed though, staring at him, utterly confused.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Am I not allowed to?" He replied, giving me the usual sly smile he wore. I rolled my eyes then stared back at him, his twinkling eyes immediately disappearing as fast as it decided to show up.

"Well, asking that type of personal question without a price would be too unfair, don't you think, Theo's brother?" I suggested, smiling at him triumphantly.

"Huh, so what do you want me to pay for you? Your food?" He tempted, making me debate to myself whether I should accept that offer or choose to ask him the question I've been wondering since the first time I met him.

"Could be, but," I paused, questioning myself if he was going to answer this or not, "What I really want to know is...What's your name?"

His playful smirk vanished from his features, making it seem like it was the wrong thing to ask. Awkward silence was filled within the past 2 minutes, so I waited for awhile until I finally decided that I was going to head to lunch.

I was about to walk when a hand grabbed a hold of my arm, making me look back. He stared at me intensely for a few seconds before he finally replied, "I'll tell you when the time is right."

And with that, he walked away, leaving me to slump my shoulders in annoyance. "He could've at least given me a clue! How annoying."

I continued to saunter to the path I was heading, still pondering about what his name was. Maybe I should ask Theo? I'm not sure, the last time I tried to talk about his brother to him, he didn't bother giving me a proper reply. If I asked Joseph, he would answer the same thing from last night.

Then, it was as if a light bulb appeared above my head, its tingling glory luminously shining. "Rosalie!"

I plodded along the bundle of students that were either talking, gossiping, or making out. Several of them began to stare at me uneasily, making me feel uncomfortable as well. I simply ignored this despite my inner self wanting to shout, 'Hi, privacy still exists. Thanks!'

I finally arrived our table where Joseph was now eating his order, beef empanadas with mashed potatoes. His eyes widened at the mere sight of me walking up to them, making me wonder if he actually supported incest because he seemed like he was in love with me, basing it on the way he was gawping.

"What, now you're in love with me? You're one hell of a guy, Joseph," I said, sitting down next to Isabelle who was eating two slices of margherita pizza. She smiled at me when I slipped in beside her, making me smile back. Joseph's friends were at the snack bar, probably off to buy some Gatorade considering they didn't sell it in the menu.

"Gross, why would I hit on you? Even if we weren't siblings, I'd rather have you as the girl I never interact with," he muttered through his breath, obviously still upset about what happened earlier this morning. I sighed tiredly, his tone of voice was actually making me feel guilty. Maybe I really should've woken him up.

"Alright, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?" I asked, calling for a waitress named Jessica. I ordered a plate of buffalo wings with some potato wedges. To top it off, I ordered some brownies and a strawberry smoothie. I looked back to Joseph who was smiling mischievously. I guess I know what he was going to do. "You're going to hire new people, huh?"

"Maybe," he replied, winking at me as he continued to eat his food. After awhile, my food finally came the same time Rosalie sashayed to our table, her hair now colored lavender. She reminded me of someone I used to know when I was younger...someone I knew that was only a memory now. She ordered her own food before she noticed that I was initially staring at her.

"What? Is there something on my face?" I shook my head, then continued eating the deliciously flavored chicken and potatoes. She looked at me weirdly before deciding to talk to Isabelle, who was yet again too focused in the book she was reading, which now I saw was actually Magnus Chase by Rick Riordan.

"You read that too?" I interrogated then smiled at Isabelle, who looked up to scan who it was that observed the book she was reading. When she noticed it was me, her smile widened excitedly, making me feel the same way.

"Yes! Of course I do," she replied. We continued to have a conversation about the book before I decided the sole purpose of why I was talking to them. For a minute or so, I forgot that I wasn't supposed to be talking to them so much. It might only give me weakness if ever something terrible happened.

"Rosalie, can we talk later? I have something to ask you," I said, looking at her with such intensity that it made her eyes widen in concern. To ease her out, I smiled at her a bit into which made her relax for awhile as she gave me back a small smile.

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"What do you want to talk about?" Rosalie asked from behind me, we were walking down the field, we had about 15 minutes left of lunch. We decided to separate away from the group considering we did have to talk about something. Joseph was hesitant about it, making me curious if there was something going on between the two.

"I've been asking this to a lot of people now, but no one actually answers it. You're my last hope, well, not really, but I just feel like if I ask the others they'd just give me the same answer," I started, her brows furrowed, so I guessed she was already curious about what I intended to ask. "Well, do you know the name of Theo's brother?"

And as usual, her eyes widened, and her stature hardened. I was about to say something but she beat me onto it. "There's a reason why they're not telling you, Danielle. Have you noticed, I mean, if you're actually in one of his classes, even the teachers themselves don't bother saying his name asides from calling him Mr. Walsh?"

Now that I thought of it, Mr. Buckwheat did call him Mr. Walsh when he was checking our attendance earlier. He was the only one on the surname basis, the rest of us were called based on our full names. The thought itself made me even more confused. Why was he exempted from that?

"Yeah..."

"Exactly. The reason is because his name really is hidden. No one knows his true name. His friends, if he actually did have some," she snickered as I gave her a blank look, "call him Walsh. No one actually knows who he really is except his own brother and the enrollee committee. Not even the principal knows."

"But isn't that, like, illegal, or something?" I asked, knowing that this conversation was going nowhere. How come no one actually knew what his real name was? Was this the main reason why Joseph wanted me to stay away from him? Because if ever something happened between the two of us, no one would've known what his real identity was?

"Nah, it isn't illegal. Theo and Walsh's parents must've paid the school a whole lot. It's out of question though, I mean their parents really are rich. Yet no one knows why," she continued as we headed back to the building where the classrooms were located. She was tying up her hair in a messy bun while she was talking, "Their family is quite a mystery, you know? It's a good thing that Theo's nice and friendly, or else they'd be the major topic of this school. I mean, come on, who wouldn't be weirded out about this?"

It was then I decided that I was going to search further about this issue. He had no identification, his family was weird, and he knew the Persecutes. Who wouldn't be troubled about this fact? I was already cautious about him, but the way he acted towards me today made me wonder if he was actually worth to be cautious about.

What was I thinking? He knew the Persecutes. Of course he was worth to be cautious about.

We decided to separate ways as we stopped in front of the huge library. She headed down to Comp Ed while I prodded to go to PE. I had my gym clothes with me before I came to lunch, so it was alright.

Finding the girls' locker room wasn't hard. The harsh odor of mixed perfumes could immediately knock animals out. I even cringed when a girl who smelled like vanilla mixed with body odor came out of the room. Oh, ladies.

As I went inside, a strawberry blonde haired girl pushed me back with a huge force, making me stumble back a bit. She wore what I assumed was our PE uniform, but she made it look like it was meant for prostitutes. The shorts that were made to be two inches above our knees looked like they were volleyball shorts to her. The gray baggy shirt that contained our school name was clinging tightly onto her, making it look like she was trying to increase her bust. Despite knowing that it was Physical Ed, she wore makeup that would've shamed Le Dolci's bakery goods.

"Uh, excuse me, but you could've at least said sorry," I exclaimed, looking at her with her back turned. She glanced back at me then stared, her eyes scanning down from my head to my feet. She rose her right brow, debating whether she should acknowledge my presence or not.

Ah, so she was the queen bee. Typical.

"And what made you think I would do such a thing?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me. I laughed at her remark. Oh, this girl didn't know who she was talking to.

"Well, despite your attempt of trying to look like an icing cake, you still look human to me, so I assume you know how to say sorry like how any normal person can." The brunette girl beside her, who I presumed was her minion, held back her laughter. The queen bee glared at her 'friend' from the corner of her eyes before deciding that letting me win wasn't good for her reputation.

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't informed that you're human, I thought you were merely a wall." Seriously?

"A wall? So you're stupid enough to push a wall instead of avoiding it?" I bickered. The other minion who was the smallest of the three snickered at this, her blonde curly hair tied up in a pony tail. They looked like flavors of chocolate, caramel, and white chocolate based on their hair colors. I mentally laughed at that.

"Look, stop wasting my time, bitch. And no, I won't say sorry to you, it's not my fault you didn't avoid me," she replied, crossing her arms across her chest. I huffed. Ha, so she was playing this type of game? How immature.

"Oh, how stupid of me. I wasn't aware that inferiority is a great deal in this school. The last time I checked, I didn't even know you existed." Ever since I called this bimbo out earlier, a lot of girls were already staring at the commotion going on. With the reply I gave just a few seconds ago, most of the girls gasped simultaneously.

"Neither did I." She glared at me but I gave her one of death glares. Basing on her reaction, she was shocked that a girl like me overpowered her so called 'killer glare.'

"Well, nice to meet you. I'm Danielle Allison Collins, Joseph O'Conner's sister." And with that, she screamed.