Mr. President Perfect のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Josh turned around, feeling his heart fracture like thin ice under a heavy weight. He wanted to run away because Tristan’s eyes isolated him, pinning him to the spot as if he were trapped in a cage of invisible bars. But he couldn't show weakness now.“Get back, you're not connected to this argument between the monkey and the king,” Josh said rudely, his voice dripping with icy contempt. ”I’ll give you a fucking chance to fucking stop what you're about to do, monkey.”A sudden, surge of raw power flooded through Josh’s veins. He felt taller, stronger, and completely untouchable. He took a deliberate, heavy step toward Pascal.Pascal stood his ground at first, but Josh didn't flinch. Instead, Josh slowly lifted his finger and pressed it firmly onto Pascal’s forehead. It felt slick with sweat and grime, a disgusting sensation against his skin, but Josh didn't pull away.“Fuck you,” Josh mouthed silently, the words sharp and venomous. He pressed his finger in again, harder this time.The

“Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop,” Josh muttered under his breath.He felt like the whole world had slowed down to a crawl.He opened his lids. His jaw dropped, and his stomach tensed up as if a giant hand were squeezing the very air out of his lungs.Josh’s hands felt heavy and cold, like they had died at his sides. His face turned as white as snow.“Stop!” he yelled out. He stared at Tristan and Pascal as they fought each other with a terrifying, heart-stopping fury.“Stop filming, please!” Josh stood up weakly. His split lip burned with a sharp sting, and he muttered in pain as he tried to speak.He started to walk toward them, but the air felt thick, like it was trying to hold him back.“I beg the two of you to fucking stop!” Josh warned as he spotted the blood trickling down Pascal’s nose.Josh felt a wave of sickness and wanted to vomit—but the brutal pain in his face kept him awake.“Josh!” Nathan arrived, catching Josh just in time as his vision went dark, h

The sun streaked and hit the hallway’s pavement. The tiles reflected a sink of face mopping around the student’s lips clamping onto ears to ears.Josh approached with a slight expression of hallow shakyness in his cheeks.No one waved at him. No one spoke or yelled a treachery welcome to his ear—everyday he gets a greet but today, it was so different.“Hi, Mr. President,” someone spoke as he passed in the hallway.Josh’s eyes were ballooned and bruised, the dark tones of his skin showing the aftermath of the brutal fight with Pascal. He didn't stop to chat; he ran straight toward the classroom, barking a sharp “Go!” to anyone standing in his way.When he finally entered the room, the atmosphere was heavy. Most of the students were already seated, but there were glaring empty spots—especially Pascal’s chair. Josh slumped into his own seat and handed a folder to the teacher without making eye contact.The lesson began, but the air felt thick. He pulled out a notebook, trying to act norm

Honk! Honk!Violent flash of light came out from its shield to Josh’s eyes. He blinked his eyes twice, as if it were being taunted by the lights brightness and burn them.Josh rubbed his lids, to his surprise his eyes widened and a recognizable person was driving the car, hands on focus on the vehicle’s engine movement controller.“Dylan,” he muttered his stepfather’s name. He could never imagine Dylan’s vehicle right beside him—its engine mechanuc roared and its eating him alive."Why would Dylan be here?" Josh asked.He had heard the statement Dylan spoke while he was laying in the hospital bed with his eyes closed. His ears had kept lingering on those words. That was not a reason to be nice to him though. Josh had to know why Dylan was here. Maybe he had some agenda going on or some work to get tied to.The door creaked open as Dylan exited the vehicle. His hair was flawless and his face was masked with a kindness and a smile that crept into Josh's throat. The balloons inside of hi

Three weeks had passed. Josh stood next to Tristan, his arms clinging to Tristan's shoulders. The air seemed to ignite in his hair. His eyes were locked onto Tristan’s, but Tristan’s gaze darted down to the ground.Josh sighed. His mind warped to the exclusive placebo tie around Tristan’s neck.Then a bomb exploded in his ear.Ting! Ting! Ting!His lids slid up. He stood up, his chest exhaling as he felt the sensation of sweat running down his cheeks. As the sunlight from outside his window hit his skin and sterilized the patch, all of the watery liquid vanished.“It was just a dream,” Josh muttered.He walked toward the mirror, which reflected his dissolved strands that looked like a raccoon’s tangled rope fur.“What happened to me in the past few weeks?” Josh asked. His voice was tired, a mix of confusion. His cheeks felt brittle, like the texture of plastic material.The walls called to him, urging him to remember everything that had occurred over the last few weeks. His eyes react