Mr. President Perfect のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Josh rushed out of the apartment, his breath hitching in his chest. His face looked trapped, and his hands trembled as he stood outside the building. The night air whipped past him, disheveling his carefully maintained hair. The perfect, straight strands were now infected by the chaos he’d just left behind.He could feel the pain in his heart throbbing. It felt as if Tristan had thrown a glass shard directly into his chest.“I am hyperventilating? No, no. I’m fine!” he yelled at himself. “I am perfect! Why should I feel guilt? It’s not even my fucking fault!”Honk! Honk!A wave of dread washed over him as his chest felt like it might explode. Nathan sat on a sleek, black motorcycle. He wore a dark denim jacket and held a helmet in his hand. He wore that same smug expression that made Josh wonder what was actually wrong with this guy.“Na-nathan?” Josh let out a trembling sound.“Let me offer you a ride home,” Nathan said with a wink.Josh groaned and rolled his eyes, his hands tighten

The vehicle collided and froze in front of a building where students gathered, looking incredibly smart in their spectacles. Josh, however, wasn't wearing his glasses, but he was smart enough to hold his own. Josh exited the vehicle, followed by his two co-partners. Tristan let out a groan as he stepped out, his hair flickering as the wind hurried down Josh’s skin. Josh blinked, never glancing at Tristan. The driver exited. “Let’s go, fellow competitors,” he gestured, leaving Josh’s hand throbbing with anxiety. “Mr. President,” Tristan’s voice sounded charming, hitting Josh’s ears and making his chest flip. His cheeks brightened with a flushed pink. “Yes,” Josh said, not turning around. “It’s fine. No need to feel guilt. I was the one who got mad at you for no reason,” Tristan explained, his hands resting on his neck. Josh blinked twice, confused. How could Tristan say that? It was clearly his own fault for giving such a harsh testimony about his pet. “Okay,” Josh said co

“Tristan, what are you doing here?” Josh whispered as he spotted Tristan’s messy hair through the window glass.“Tristan’s actually not here,” Tristan’s voice replied from the dark.Josh rolled his eyes despite the agonizing ache in his fresh wounds and the dark purple marks painted across his body. The pain was a heavy anchor dragging him down to the mattress, but his mind was sprinting.“Do you think I’m that dumb?” Josh whispered into the glass. His eyes were full of a chain that desperately wanted to pull Tristan’s face right into the light so he could see him.Josh was barely able to comprehend his own movements. He walked with a body full of wounds, his muscles screaming in protest, and unlocked the window latch. He pushed it open, setting the cold night air blowing violently inside the room. His trademark perfect hair was instantly ruined, the not-so-straight strands flying away in the wind.Tristan’s eyes met his. Josh’s heartbeat started to drop like a heavy stone as Tristan’

“Oh my god! The President and Vice President are here! What a shocking revelation from the heavens!” Jessica yelled. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her perfume smelled sharper than anything Josh had ever experienced.“Yes, we’re here—and the two of us will be joining the adorable game!” Tristan said. He adopted a fake British accent that sent a jolt of electricity straight through Josh’s palms.Jessica, Matt, Flores, and Meo laughed in a way that made Josh’s stomach twist. These students weren't in his high-ranking academic tier. They were average, normal kids who always found ways to get under the professors' skin.Josh sighed, imagining himself blowing the few perfect strands of his straight hair out of his face as he looked at these cluttered bodies lounging on the hard pavement.“Come on! Sit next to us!” Flores’s raspy voice called out. Josh’s legs moved toward them, stiff and unwilling, before he finally sat down.Tristan sat next to Meo, giving him a fist bump. It was

Yesterday had been a complete rush. Now, Josh sat in his room, trying to focus on a book he didn't even care about. There was a heavy feeling in his chest because he couldn’t stop remembering what happened in that dark closet.The air in there had been so thick it felt like it was cutting the hair on his skin. He could still feel the presence of Tristan, the person he never wanted to be near. His mind screamed that something wasn't perfect. To Josh, Tristan was a constant terror in his life.He knew he couldn’t avoid him. No matter where his soul went, Tristan was always there, attached to him. Josh kept asking himself why. In that moment, he felt an emotion deep inside his heart, as if he were sinking into a cold ocean. He forced himself to continue reading the book that his brother, River, had given him.———-Josh’s hands were busy as he stared at the whiteboard in front of him, keeping the final chords of his body perfectly rigid. He didn't blink once as he focused on the words, rh