Chapter 4 : Seen Enough?

Saying he wasn''t nervous would be a lie, but he still had to attend class.

Patrick still arrived at school early in the morning. Today was a bit different, though, because when he got to his classroom, he found a box of milk and some bread on his desk.

There weren''t many people in the classroom at that time, just three in total. Patrick looked at the milk and then asked one of the boys, "Who put this on my desk?"

The boy, a top student, glanced at the items in Patrick''s hand and then went back to his homework. "No idea. It was there when I got here."

Patrick didn''t say anything, putting the bread and milk into his drawer.

The first two periods were math, and Patrick listened attentively. During the break, he stayed at his desk, working on problems. Someone called out from the classroom door, "Class rep, someone''s looking for you."

This was the first time Patrick had ever been called out by someone other than a teacher.

It was the buzz-cut guy from yesterday and a few others. They stood in the hallway outside Patrick''s classroom, clearly up to no good.

Everyone in the school knew they were trouble, and anyone they targeted usually had a rough time. So a lot of students were peeking out, waiting to see Patrick get his comeuppance.

Ronald stood at the front.

Patrick''s face turned cold as soon as he saw him. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much."

Ronald grinned. "Just wanted to let you know you''re dead meat."

Patrick gave a tight-lipped smile. "Is that so? I''ll be waiting."

A break passed by meaninglessly, and Patrick was in a foul mood all morning. In the afternoon, he was carrying a stack of language papers through the hallway when he was accidentally bumped into by a boy, causing the papers to scatter everywhere.

The boy quickly knelt down to pick them up. "I''m sorry, I''m sorry, I didn''t see you."

He looked a bit flustered.

Patrick glanced at him but said nothing, then knelt down to help pick up the papers.

Just as he was about to leave, the boy suddenly shoved something into his hand, looked at Patrick nervously, and stammered, "This is for you," before running off.

Holding the stack of papers, Patrick couldn''t chase after him. He frowned and looked at the item in his hand.

It wasn''t anything valuable, just a unique-looking pen.

It was entirely black with a gold cap, quite striking upon closer inspection.

Patrick then remembered that the boy was the one who had been crying in the bathroom earlier.

It didn''t feel right to keep someone else''s item, but Patrick never got the chance to return it. Every break, a teacher would call him out, and after school, he had to do his duties.

The person who did duties with him never liked Patrick much and always found excuses to avoid doing the work. Patrick never bothered with him.

It wasn''t that he didn''t care; he just didn''t want to deal with it.

The trash disposal area was at the back door of the school building. Patrick was carrying the trash can down the first-floor hallway when he turned a corner and saw the tall, handsome boy from yesterday after school, pressing a pretty girl against the wall and kissing her.

He was making strange noises as he kissed her.

It was the girl''s soft moans from lack of oxygen.

After a moment, the girl gently pushed against Samue''s chest, her face flushed and breathing heavily. "Samue, Ashley can''t take it anymore."

Samue released her chin with a satisfied look, his voice low and magnetic, echoing through the quiet hallway and reaching Patrick''s ears.

"Have you seen enough?"