Side Effects

Chapter Three: Save Me

"The groceries are running low,"

Fresh muttered as he grabbed the bacon in the refrigerator then tossed it towards at the older male who gratefully accepted it. "I'll spend the night at the hospital later, I'll arrive home late, so when you finish school, you go first. Mina placed the list above the refrigerator," he added, before beginning to cut it into small pieces. Fresh went find straightly to the list.

It was placed in the envelope and contained money and then close the refrigerator, he took what he should have taken inside. While preparing breakfast, he inquired, "I heard you have a school field trip next year, are you planning to join?" Fresh sat on the vacant chair after shaking his head. Because he don't have many acquaintances among his classmates because he rarely attend school various activities. "I maybe think about it."

"If that's what you want," he muttered, placing the cooked eggs and bacon on the table before washing his hands and sitting down.

"When will Mina be back?" Fresh inquired as he stuffed the bread. He shrugged his shoulders. Fresh didn't ask again until we'd done eating and no one had said anything. He got ready for school right after they finished eating together. Julian send him to his school because he had to go to work. "Have fun!" he said as he got out of the car.

Fresh smiled, and he smiled back, but then the familiar smile flashed, and I was instantly scared. "Be careful on the road," he said, eventually closing the car door. he just stood there watching it fade away until it was no longer visible. he returned his attention to my school. he took a deep breath and began to make his way towards of his classroom. Fresh ran into the students who were gathered around the bulletin board,

"Did you hear the news last night about Miss Kim? She's humiliating as a woman."

"Oh, you told me, it's nasty since she's our instructor and that's what she does, and for minors." his classmates were also present. They were staring at a photograph of their teacher that had been displayed on the bulletin board.

"She touched the mayor's kid, and that's when all her secrets came out," Mark explained to one of the pupils who was enraged with Miss Kim since they consistently failed her subjects. "Gosh!" they exclaim, "I heard that's why lads always fail, because they type and do something rude in every remedial class."

They immediately begin flinging eggs and anything else is available to vent their rage. To avoid being impacted, Fresh instantly moved away. Even the teacher and the guards were powerless to stop them, he was simply sitting there passively watching when someone approached me and asked, "Like what you see?" Fresh gave him a stern look before removing his hand from his shoulder he simply ignored him and entered the classroom, he was grinning and saying, "Oh feisty but you're cute"

"Stop bothering me," Fresh muttered pushing the other male's hand away from him. Spencer would not quit bothering him, even if the morning had merely gone. Fresh not sure what he saw that made him want to make friends. "As I expected you to be here." Speaking of the devil, he approached me, and Fresh rolled his eyes before looking at him.

"What do you want?" he inquired, but but Spencer simply smiled, and Fresh didn't want to see his smile again. "Would you mind changing your smile?" he asked, and making the mayor's son frowned. "What's wrong with my smile? Everyone seems to like it."

"nothing it's only obnoxious," Fresh shrugged, "I don't like your smile" Spencer took a seat next to him . He left him alone because he was about to leave after learning what he desired. "It appears as if you are concealing something; would you mind telling me?" he inquired.

"How thick is your face for me to tell you a story? Are we friends?" Fresh sarcastically asked. "Why don't you make friends? start with me" he replied. "Sorry to burst your bubble but no thanks, I don't need friends in my life; once they know all the secrets, they will leave me too," Fresh said blankly, he once had a friend, but the next day they also moved away, because they don't seem to like orphans.

"But I'm different from them," he attracted the male's attention, "you are different because..." his answer make Fresh heart burst, "I'm here to save you."

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It's late afternoon, and the lesson has ended. Fresh currently waiting at the bus stop for a taxi to G-mall for groceries. What Spencer stated still perplexes him and he not sure if he'll trust him when dad says, "Son, are you going to ride?" Fresh awoke in a stupor since he didn't realize that he had already called a cab when the driver didn't some anything. "Please take me to the G-mall," He requested as he entered the cab

the driver started the engine with a nod. We arrived at the mall a few minutes later. The road is in good condition, and there isn't much traffic on it. Fresh quickly paid his fare and walked into the shopping complex. Before leaving his bag at the baggage counter and took his wallet and list. As he turned around, he had the impression that someone was following me, but he couldn't see who was it.

Maybe he was hallucinating. Fresh went around the room making sure everyone was on the list was already on his cart and he was still aware that someone was following him so he devised a strategy to deceive it. Fresh slid the trolley to the side so he could quickly hide. Someone was following me, as he had suspected. Spencer emerged from his hiding place dazed. He scratched his head and asked, "Where is he?"

Fresh get out from where he was hiding, "What are you doing here?" he said, and the other male nearly shouted, clutching him to his chest in surprise, "I thought I lost you," he said, staring blankly at him, "are you following me?"

His defense: he shook his head, "Just a coincidence, I saw you earlier at the entrance." And he thinks Fresh actually believed it. "Now that you've seen me, you can go home," Fresh stated, "no! I'll help you," Spencer said as he swiftly pulled the cart away from the other, but Fresh clutched it hard, making us appear to be scrambling. "Come home, Spencer," he replied emphatically. Spencer only grinned, that same smile. He still has puppy eyes, Fresh had no choice but to let him do what he wanted, "OK." Spencer looks like a toddler who has been given candy and he simply followed him as he pushed the cart

He couldn't stop talking about his biography, and all Fresh could do was listen. "Do you know how I recorded Miss Kim last night? When I found out she had a plan, I quickly took my phone to catch her. Are you okay, Fresh?" the last mentioned male was held in the cart to balance himself every minute as if he was going to faint, "Fresh! Hey Fresh, is something wrong?" Spencer keeps asking, complicating things. "Fresh," the mentioned male close his eyes, "Can you quit talking?" he yelled angrily.

he opened his eyes but he felt something wasn't right. There were no other people here, and neither was Spencer. There was only one other person in the room with him.