CHAPTER TWELVE “I need a favor from you, Clinton. The school needs a favor from you…” He finally pushed the words out, but he had to look away at once, unable to figure out what to say next, seeing Clinton’s reaction. Clinton scoffed, and while the words were still hard for him to believe, he cleared his throat, eyes still staring at the Principal. “Do you need my help or does the school need my help?” He asked just to be certain of the words he heard from the school Principal. The middle-aged man swallowed hard, and even though the words were very hard to say, he had to find a way to find a way to let them out. “I need your help, Clinton…” He finally admitted, causing Clinton to scoff while he shook his head in disbelief. “That’s very hard to believe…” He stated with a low tone, holding onto his wry smile. “What exactly do you need?” He asked, and that sounded like the question the middle-aged man was expecting to head.But that didn’t mean that he was prepared to answer the q

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Clinton cleared his throat, then he listened carefully to what the lady had to say. “It wasn’t that stressful…” The lady finally responded, and the sound of her voice sounded like sweet music to Clinton’s ears, causing him to force himself to remain the way he was. He was smitten by everything about her, and the fact that he was yet to know the reason why she was there made him much eager to remain there even though he knew he had something to do. The Principal cleared his throat for the umpteenth time, and then he pointed at Clinton while he had his eyes on the lady seated in front of him. “This is Clinton, Miss Hager. He is one of our best students here…” He had a smug smile all over his face, but Clinton was unimpressed by the compliment. He stared at him with a smirk, wondering when he had earned such a title.He could still remember when the Principal told him that he wished he could send him out of the school, but since most of the professors loved him, he

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Meanwhile, Clinton suddenly decided that it was no longer time for him to be in school.He had some other things he needed to take care of, and that meant that he was moving out of the school premises. Before long, he was already in the hospital, seated before Lisa’s bed. The lady was sleeping, her steady breath a relief that Clinton did not have to be so worried about her. He had his eyes on the IV bag from which the drip flowed through the cannula into her system.“You will be fine…” He promised with a whisper, shifting his gaze to Sam who was also asleep.Then he heard a silent cough, causing him to quickly return his gaze to Lisa.“You are awake…” He stood up from the chair as soon as he saw that her eyes were open, moving closer to her. While Lisa was still blinking and trying to get a hold on herself, Clinton sat on the bed and grabbed both of her hands. He looked her in the eyes, taking a deep breath while he waited for her to break her silence.“You are h

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN “Is everything okay?” Lisa couldn’t ignore the feeling that gripped her, turning to face Clinton whom she felt was in a better position to give her an explanation.“Why does the Doctor want to see you?” She asked, but Clinton had nothing to say.He just exchanged glances with her and turned to face the Doctor as though he was persuading him to speak on his behalf.“It’s nothing serious…” Manuel discarded the silence, holding onto his reassuring smile from the moment Lisa turned to face him.“Just something about the test he ran earlier in this hospital…” He added, causing Lisa to arch her brows. “What test?” She was very curious, and even though Clinton didn’t look like he was ready to give her any response, she was very eager to hear from him, insisting on getting a response. “Are you okay?” She asked with a concerned tone, realizing that she may have been concentrating on the wrong thing. “I am fine.” Clinton said with a firm tone, but that didn’t sound convinci

CHAPTER TWENTY “It doesn’t matter…” Clinton gave a very unsatisfactory response, and that ended up making the young lady more worried than she already was. “What do you mean by that?” Lisa’s tone increased, her eyes staring deeply at Clinton as though her life depended on it.“I don’t want any trouble, Clinton…” Her tone broke, her eyes glittering with an increasing worry. Clinton chuckled softly, shaking his head while his smile was still intact. “No one is getting into any kind of trouble, Lisa…” He assured, and because he could still see the doubt written all over Lisa’s face, he took a deep breath just before inching closer to her. “Listen to me, Lisa…” He grabbed her right hand, looking her directly in the eyes while his smile was still intact.“I know you are worried about where I got this money from. But I can assure you, it was not stolen…” Slowly, Lisa lifted her face to look at him after staring at the money in his hands. “Are you sure?” She whispered, prompting Clint