Bab 8

Monday. The day that officially makes people tired before they even set out for the day. There certainly are people who take Monday's seriously—but unsparingly, students hope this day to vanish from the calendar. Yes, the ones who are going to graduate by the next year—too. Autumn season had finally left the premise and the air has become colder than yesterday. Winter is knocking on the door—along with the monthly tests. But Roy was very happy inside, as he made way to his first class with Ken and Monroe bickering nonstop to his left. Roy zoned out on his friend's unmentionable early morning discussions. In any case, there had been a mistake—because undoubtedly those two belonged to the same herd of sheep's. Loud, boisterous and unfiltered mouth. They should've been born as twins or something. One thing that restored Roy's mood, were the flashbacks of him spending time with Jeremy in EDEN on Sunday. Irrespective of being less talkative, Roy got to learn a lot about Jeremy through the social butterfly—Jun. Blissful it was, but Sergio rushing in all sweaty changed the environment. Roy was almost waiting for some bad news to pop up. The news although was nothing like he imagined. Sergio had vehemently explained—how he had been summoned by his teacher to pose as an instructor in the School of Bartending, Philadelphia. And being an obedient student, Sergio couldn't refuse the earnest request of his old mentor. Roy felt somewhat sorrowful after the news but Sergio mentioned that he will try to visit as many times as he could. Sergio was Roy's Uncle's Schoolmate—and so leaving suddenly pained Sergio too. After all Sergio had himself hand taught Roy the basics of bartending. Sergio always said that bartending is one of the most underrated skill—overlooked or more precisely looked down on. It is not considered an respected Class career, so bartenders are rather ostracized among other professions. At present it is changing though. Only somebody who has drowned in the pleasure of bartending, can fully understand it's charm. Bartenders are another category of skills men that provide people with entertainment as well as drinks that are memorable. Thus, Roy was set free from Sergio's mentoring sessions. Anybody would've been joyous but to Roy it's a disadvantage. He liked to be surrounded by the smell of aristocratic spirit shelves with Sergio and learn to prepare various cocktails—regular or expensive. "What do you think Roy bear?!" Suddenly Monroe screeched unhappily, grabbing onto Roy's arm. These things—Roy has become used to. When none could win an arguement, both Monroe and Ken will flock around him like a pair of buzzing bees and talk an earful until Roy reprimands them. "I won't take either of your sides." Roy replied coldly and stormed ahead to loose his ultra talkative best friends behind. "Oye! Where are you rushing to? We needa go feed our stomachs first! Don't even think about fleeing from us!" Ken stomped his way to a rushing Roy and grabbed Roy from camouflaging in the morning rush. "Yes. You don't plan on starving again just to avoid us right? Okay Okay we won't put you in an hypothetical situation again. Just come with us." Monroe's begging softened Roy's mood. The gardner's of Amaryllis cleared the campus paths with gusto—occasionally asking students to steer to another side. Of course, for the Director to love trees more than anything, the campus grounds were found covered with aged leaves by the time Autumn passes. "Hey Hey! Isn't that Taylor Shaman?" Monroe pulled Ken excitedly and gestured at a boy not more than one seventy five centimeters tall—unique golden honey hair and dressed very fashionably. Roy too voluntarily glanced at the said guy. Taylor Shaman. Popularly known as the Pride of Amaryllis Poker Club. The youngest genius player to climb the rank list of world class player with exceptional talents. While there are people who try to humiliate Taylor but the count is more to those who respect him for his truthfulness. "Taylor becomes handsome every time I see him." Monroe sighed dramatically. "Yeah. Even I have to admit. His looks are..." Ken paused before exclaiming. "..good." Roy won't deny the fact that Taylor is really worth the compliments he receives from both the genders. But for some reason, Roy thought he found Jeremy more beautiful. Roy didn't find it difficult to breathe when Taylor is near but for Jeremy—his heart literally stops. Taylor's popularity is not healthy too. Just now for the example, girls and boys have already cluttered around him—lathering compliments, sneaking touches, taking unpermitted selfies. Must be scary being this famous. "The crowd is full of beasts." Monroe commented. Ken nodded in approval. "PLEASE MAKE WAY!" The scream of Taylor's personal bodyguard echoed on the campus grounds and immediately the crowd dispersed. A man with a huge scar on his face and fitting suit-pants escorted an uneasy Taylor to the Building of Media Studies. "And there he is gone. How shameful that I am in the same college with a celebrity but never got a chance to see his face up closely." Ken supported Monroe's sad hunching figure. "It's not like Taylor is arrogant or egoistic. You are just afraid of getting squashed by the crowd he is surrounded with." Roy shrugged. Saying the truth is the duty of a true gentleman. "You are right. I do. Have you seen them? They look like blood sucking monsters!" Monroe refuted, terrified. Cafeteria came to sight by the time Monroe finished putting her views on the dark side of fame. Cafeteria Two was not the largest one of Amaryllis but it is the one that serves a huge breakfast menu throughout the week. So students sometimes line up to eat as well. Roy pushed the glass doors open and entered, reaching for his meal card at his trouser's back pocket—followed by Ken and Monroe. "I'll look for the table. Bring me two serves of french toast, eggs, bacons and two cans of Chocolate milk!" Ordering so Monroe ran away. Roy and Ken both walked up to the lines, grabbing plates. Ken held two for obvious reasons. The aroma of food finally made Roy realise that his agitation with his friend's questionable arguements almost made him miss out on the most important meal of the day. In future he will not miss breakfast for any petty cause. Hunger rules over all.Monday. The day that officially makes people tired before they even set out for the day. There certainly are people who take Monday's seriously—but unsparingly, students hope this day to vanish from the calendar. Yes, the ones who are going to graduate by the next year—too. Autumn season had finally left the premise and the air has become colder than yesterday. Winter is knocking on the door—along with the monthly tests. But Roy was very happy inside, as he made way to his first class with Ken and Monroe bickering nonstop to his left. Roy zoned out on his friend's unmentionable early morning discussions. In any case, there had been a mistake—because undoubtedly those two belonged to the same herd of sheep's. Loud, boisterous and unfiltered mouth. They should've been born as twins or something. One thing that restored Roy's mood, were the flashbacks of him spending time with Jeremy in EDEN on Sunday. Irrespective of being less talkative, Roy got to learn a lot about Jeremy through the social butterfly—Jun. Blissful it was, but Sergio rushing in all sweaty changed the environment. Roy was almost waiting for some bad news to pop up. The news although was nothing like he imagined. Sergio had vehemently explained—how he had been summoned by his teacher to pose as an instructor in the School of Bartending, Philadelphia. And being an obedient student, Sergio couldn't refuse the earnest request of his old mentor. Roy felt somewhat sorrowful after the news but Sergio mentioned that he will try to visit as many times as he could. Sergio was Roy's Uncle's Schoolmate—and so leaving suddenly pained Sergio too. After all Sergio had himself hand taught Roy the basics of bartending. Sergio always said that bartending is one of the most underrated skill—overlooked or more precisely looked down on. It is not considered an respected Class career, so bartenders are rather ostracized among other professions. At present it is changing though. Only somebody who has drowned in the pleasure of bartending, can fully understand it's charm. Bartenders are another category of skills men that provide people with entertainment as well as drinks that are memorable. Thus, Roy was set free from Sergio's mentoring sessions. Anybody would've been joyous but to Roy it's a disadvantage. He liked to be surrounded by the smell of aristocratic spirit shelves with Sergio and learn to prepare various cocktails—regular or expensive. "What do you think Roy bear?!" Suddenly Monroe screeched unhappily, grabbing onto Roy's arm. These things—Roy has become used to. When none could win an arguement, both Monroe and Ken will flock around him like a pair of buzzing bees and talk an earful until Roy reprimands them. "I won't take either of your sides." Roy replied coldly and stormed ahead to loose his ultra talkative best friends behind. "Oye! Where are you rushing to? We needa go feed our stomachs first! Don't even think about fleeing from us!" Ken stomped his way to a rushing Roy and grabbed Roy from camouflaging in the morning rush. "Yes. You don't plan on starving again just to avoid us right? Okay Okay we won't put you in an hypothetical situation again. Just come with us." Monroe's begging softened Roy's mood. The gardner's of Amaryllis cleared the campus paths with gusto—occasionally asking students to steer to another side. Of course, for the Director to love trees more than anything, the campus grounds were found covered with aged leaves by the time Autumn passes. "Hey Hey! Isn't that Taylor Shaman?" Monroe pulled Ken excitedly and gestured at a boy not more than one seventy five centimeters tall—unique golden honey hair and dressed very fashionably. Roy too voluntarily glanced at the said guy. Taylor Shaman. Popularly known as the Pride of Amaryllis Poker Club. The youngest genius player to climb the rank list of world class player with exceptional talents. While there are people who try to humiliate Taylor but the count is more to those who respect him for his truthfulness. "Taylor becomes handsome every time I see him." Monroe sighed dramatically. "Yeah. Even I have to admit. His looks are..." Ken paused before exclaiming. "..good." Roy won't deny the fact that Taylor is really worth the compliments he receives from both the genders. But for some reason, Roy thought he found Jeremy more beautiful. Roy didn't find it difficult to breathe when Taylor is near but for Jeremy—his heart literally stops. Taylor's popularity is not healthy too. Just now for the example, girls and boys have already cluttered around him—lathering compliments, sneaking touches, taking unpermitted selfies. Must be scary being this famous. "The crowd is full of beasts." Monroe commented. Ken nodded in approval. "PLEASE MAKE WAY!" The scream of Taylor's personal bodyguard echoed on the campus grounds and immediately the crowd dispersed. A man with a huge scar on his face and fitting suit-pants escorted an uneasy Taylor to the Building of Media Studies. "And there he is gone. How shameful that I am in the same college with a celebrity but never got a chance to see his face up closely." Ken supported Monroe's sad hunching figure. "It's not like Taylor is arrogant or egoistic. You are just afraid of getting squashed by the crowd he is surrounded with." Roy shrugged. Saying the truth is the duty of a true gentleman. "You are right. I do. Have you seen them? They look like blood sucking monsters!" Monroe refuted, terrified. Cafeteria came to sight by the time Monroe finished putting her views on the dark side of fame. Cafeteria Two was not the largest one of Amaryllis but it is the one that serves a huge breakfast menu throughout the week. So students sometimes line up to eat as well. Roy pushed the glass doors open and entered, reaching for his meal card at his trouser's back pocket—followed by Ken and Monroe. "I'll look for the table. Bring me two serves of french toast, eggs, bacons and two cans of Chocolate milk!" Ordering so Monroe ran away. Roy and Ken both walked up to the lines, grabbing plates. Ken held two for obvious reasons. The aroma of food finally made Roy realise that his agitation with his friend's questionable arguements almost made him miss ouht on the most important meal of the day. In future he will not miss breakfast for any petty cause. Hunger rules over all.