Chapter 67

He slapped Yellow on the back of the head. "Did that hurt?"

It was a swift, unexpected strike.

Tears welled up in Yellow's eyes. "Yeah! That hurt like hell!"

Marguerite rubbed her nose. Being this delinquent's sidekick must be some kind of karmic punishment.

"You could have hit yourself. Why'd you have to hit Yellow?" she chided, frowning.

Yellow's tears flowed even more freely. "Waaah! The angel sister is so nice! I was lying, it didn't hurt at all. Don't worry, angel sister..."

He was getting a bit loud. Marguerite's mouth twitched.

Aaron pinched Yellow's lips shut with two fingers, manually muting him. His eyes remained fixed on Marguerite.

"Marguerite, are you really alive?"

Tears rolled down the thin, brooding boy's face, falling to the ground. "But how is that possible?” he choked out.

Seeing his boss—a guy as tough as steel who never cried even when beaten half to death-actually shed tears, Yellow's own crying jag came to an abrupt halt. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. "Why are you crying?"

They were standing right at the gym entrance, and a crowd was starting to gather, drawn by the scene. A beautiful girl and the star player from the game-it was hard not to stare.

Marguerite noticed. She slung an arm around Aaron's shoulder. "Come on, this isn't the place to talk. I'll treat you to some bubble tea.”

She remembered there used to be a bunch of bubble tea shops just outside Pinecrest. One of them had an amazing jasmine milk tea. She wondered if it was still there.

The rest of the Westside High team had been lingering nearby, completely baffled. They weren't particularly close to Aaron; his dark, volatil@personality made him Kard to approach. Only Yellow dared to follow him around like a like a shadow," while the others just followed Yellow.

Yellow turned to the team. "You guys head back. We have something to do."

Aaron glanced at Yellow. "You go back, too."

Yellow sniffled, looking at Marguerite. "Angel sister, I want bubble tea, too!"

He was a sharp one. He could tell at a glance that his boss wouldn't dare defy his sister's wishes.

A cup of bubble tea was only a few bucks. Marguerite suspected Aaron wouldn't willingly talk about certain things, but Yellow might know something.

She waved a hand magnanimously. "No problem. You can come with us."

Yellow was ecstatic. He turned back to Aaron. "Can I come?"

Aaron glared at him from under his bangs. "What do you think?"

Yellow grinned, showing all eight teeth. “Heh, thanks!"

Cedric had also assumed Marguerite was running toward Joseph. But then he saw

her approach the captain from Westside High. His jaw dropped.

Had Marguerite switched

allegiances after just one game? She

was incredibly direct-see someone you like, go talk to them, no

hesitation

that, was ich a girl

you.

Cedric didn't know the Westside kids, so he didn't follow. He'd been in

the same class as Joseph for years and never really liked the guy. was too arrogant. He didn't deserve a girl like her.

Marguerite was about to lead Aaron and Yellow away from the gym when a wave of screams erupted from the crowd.

"Oh my god! It's Joshua! Joshua Spencer is here!"