Erwan’s POVI was scrolling on my phone while sitting in the school’s cafeteria when Rodrick’s number pops into my phone. I swipe the screen with my long finger and answered the call.“Erwan, dude!” he greeted.“Have you ever run out of energy, Rodrick? You’re always full of it.” I remarked while unwrapping a lollipop from my pocket and savored it inside my mouth.“Dude, I am just too excited to tell you that we will be having a party at a bar uptown later this night. I am sure you will come, right?”He never gets tired of parties.“Tell me a reason why I should go.”“Aside from the hot chicks, it’s my baby’s birthday, dude!”I caught a brunette girl staring in my direction as if studying me. She waved and looked at me flirtingly when our gaze met. I remove the lollipop from my mouth and smiled at her. After a moment, I saw her spran

Shane's POV“So, you’re a fan of playing temple run?” I heard Erwan asked. When I turned to him, I noticed that he is peering on the screen of my phone.“You should learn to respect other people's privacy by not looking into their phones.” I made a snide remark.I slammed my phone shut and stuffed it into my black handbag because I knew I couldn't concentrate on the game with this man staring at the screen all the time. I turned my attention to the party people on the dance floor, their hips swaying wildly to the rock music.“I wasn't expecting you to be here,” Ewan said quietly.“Are you sure you did not come here because you were following me? Come to think of it, I did tell you a while ago that I will be attending a party tonight here uptown with my friends.” I returned his whisper and turned to face him, making sure that the others cannot hear us.“I was not aware that you were

Erwan’s POV I parked my car outside the mansion of Mr. Croven and went inside to find Shane. It’s almost 7 pm and she mentioned that she will be going to a party uptown with her friends and I am here to pick her up so I can nag her to let me come with her though I will probably insist to come even though she despise it. “Good evening, sir Erwan.” the maid greeted me with a smile when she held the front door open for me. I gave her a friendly smile. “Is Shane still in her room?” I asked, trying to figure out if she is still upstairs and dressing herself. “No, sir. She left half an hour ago with her friends.” “She already left? But I saw her car parked in the parking area.” I ruffled my brows, not liking the situation. Did she take a cab? “Her friends picked her up, sir.” Ah, so she hopped into either Jase or Olivia’s car. I thanked her and turned my back to walk in the direction of my car. If I had known that she will le

Shane's POV I am strolling alone in the hallway of our building, I just finished my morning classes and I am on my way to the locker room to store some books when I suddenly felt an arm wrapping me behind my back, the seductive smell of a woman perfume is enough to recognize who it is. “Olivia,” I said as I turned to face her. She let go of my hand and grabbed for my shoulders, looking at me from head to toe as if she were examining every inch of my body. “Can you tell me what you're doing?” I protested, but instead of responding, she simply moved my body around and around, studying it once more. Eventually, she stopped. “Do you know how concerned I am?” her eyebrows furrowed. “I am fine, Olivia. There is nothing to worry about.” “You almost got yourself in danger, and you’re telling me that I do not need to worry?!” she slightly raised her voice that made other students turned to us. I immediately cove

Third person’s POVHe knows what she’s going to do. He knows what she’s aiming for, she’s beginning to doubt Erwan. She wants to keep him close so she can find out about the plan. He does not know how the idea hits her, but he is aware that she is doubting Erwan. Her questioning stare and doubtful look towards Erwan tell it all. She wants to know it all, but he can’t let her do that in an easy way. He’d been through too much, he can’t let the plan go to waste like this.He paces back and forth inside the darkroom, there is a table with a laptop and a lot of piled papers in top of it. His jacket is wrapped on the back of the swivel chair. He walked to and fro around the room, trying to figure out what to do next. His shadow follows him as his tall and slim figure wandered about the room. The pictures pinned in a wide black bulletin board on the left corner always remind him of his target, of what should he do and what he should