“Framed victim?”🤨

This is a window.

This is a table.

White

Clara was confused by Aron’s words.

“To be frank, I think she… I mean he is rather disgusting…” 😐

Said Clara, with a plain tone. She knew that sentence was unacceptable considering the fact that Aron and the brothers were more like the liberals. Clara did not wish to form herself into something she was not. After all, she came from a heteronormative culturally conservative Asian family. She thought that Aron was being polite towards Jayda simply due to his own background.

“He simply wanted to woo you because he thinks that you’re influential. And that’s the most disgusting part about him.” 😕

Gabe stood up and leaned close towards Clara and said: “Wow, cutie face! You’re more conservative than my dad! Comrades Juana.” 🥸

“Well, sometimes, we need to look beneath the skin, rather than judging on their outward look. And we should decipher every spoken word with time and learn the meaning within its context.” Aron replied with a light smile. 🙂

The depth of his words hits Clara. It made her feel childish, immature and shallow. 🙁As she knew, she just met Jayda for a day, yet she already said something bad about her simply judging by the limited time she spent with her. 🥺

Isn’t she the one who saved me from those people who broke into my room? How could I say such things about a person who came to my rescue. 🥺 Those posh girls, they simply walked away from me when I offered my friendly gesture. But Jayda, she completely ran down her own posh and elegant way trying to help me out. What have I done? I said something bad about her in front of Aron. And I upset her. 😣

“At times, we fail to be empathetic towards others who are different from us. We can’t feel their pain, their struggles and their difficulties.” Aron added. 🧐

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“Bluek!” 🤮

Jayda threw up vomit into the toilet bowl. She was upset and in depression. Nausea and vomit was a common side effect due to abuse of spironolactone pills. Those she unintentionally abused when her dysphoria went out of control. 🤢 Somehow it was triggered by Clara.

“... Besides, aren’t you a boy too?” that sentence haunted her like a bad deja vu.

She just got those feminizing hormone therapy pills 💊 less than a year ago, during her 18 birthday. As she just reached her legal age to decide her own destiny. Even though the cost of transition seemed to be peanuts for the child of a property magnate, her family was not supportive of her decision though, especially her father. 😢

She slowly crawled out from her toilet, 🚽 and moved to her pink laced king size bed. Laying like a dead body, her stomach was growling. She had missed her class and had not taken lunch and dinner for the day.

Knock knock knock… A gentle knock on the door of her room. 🚪

“Who is it?” Jayda shouted. 😫

“It’s me! Clara.” 😦

“Go away! Bitch!” 😡

“Aron wrote you a letter and asked me to send it to you!” 😞

“Leave it on the floor and go away!” 😡

After a while, Jayda attempted to get down from her bed, but she realized that her body was too weak to move at all. After all those throwing up, she was completely exhausted. 😖

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“The door isn’t locked!” She shouted. 😩 Although she expected that Clara might have left by then, she was hoping to get some help. To her surprise, 😧 Clara opened the door and came in with a tray with a raisins loaf 🍞 and a glass of fruit smoothies. 🍹

“It’s a strawberry banana smoothies, will give you instant energy,” said Clara.

“What an offensive mix!” Jayda complained, but she drank the smoothies and finished the raisins loaf. Her stomach instantly feels better after getting the food she needs. 😮‍💨

“I’m sorry, Jayda.” 😔

“Huh, and I’m glad that you apologized! And where’s my letter?” 😒

Clara handed her an envelope with a fancy red wax seal on it. 💌 Jayda opened the letter carefully without breaking the wax seal. She unfolds the letter and mesmerizes the elegant old style cursive writings in dark brown ink. Clara felt a bit strange though, Aron doesn’t seem like a normal eighteen years old. His way of dressing, his manner and speech makes him look like there is an old victorian soul in him.

“What did he write, Jayda?” 😲

“Well, to be honest, I don’t read cursive.” 😕

And both of their faces etched with an awkward smile. 😅 Although that letter was requested by Clara. She asked him to do her a favour, to write something for Jayda so that she had a reason to get her attention and apologise to her.

“You know what, sometimes, Aron speaks like he is from a different time.” 🤔

“Yeah, if I remember correctly, he barely eat or drink anything.” 🤭

“I did notice about that on the dinner date. His plate was still with more than half of the portion on the food Gabe served.” 😯

“You noticed that too? Clara!” 😳

“Yeah, as if, he only pretended to eat and drink in front of us but the whole dinner session was like, he kept on talking.” 😧

“How old is he anyway?” 🤔

“Aren’t we all in the same batch? We should be all eighteen. But I’m sure Penn is nineteen.” 😯

“And what’s with his hat? He seemed afraid of…” 🤔

“Sunlight?!” 😳

“His skin is pale white and cold…” 🤔

“Do you think what I’m thinking, Jayda?” 😳

“I am thinking what you’re thinking Clara…” 😳

“I think I know what Aron is…” 😨

“Yes, I think I know what he is too…” 😨

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📖 Oh my dear readers, did you get the reference here? LOL

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Jayda and Clara walked back to the Chapter House together and they brought with them some strange items.

“Wooden cross.” ✝

“Check!” ✔

“Holy water.” 💧

“Check!” ✔

“Braids of garlic.” 🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄

“Check!” ✔

“What are the verses we should chant?”

“Namo amitabha?” ☸

“How am I supposed to know? I’m not Christian or Catholic!” 😖

“But why must it be the Christian or Catholic stuff?” 😵

“Aren’t vampires only afraid of Jesus?” 🤔

Mateo came and opened the door for them. He was surprised to see them with their strange items. Those large braids of garlic sure look appetizing.

“Gabe! Can we have bagna cauda tonight?” (<- It’s an Italian garlic fondue!) 🫕

“No, today is French cuisine as usual!” (<- It means no garlic!) 😲

“Never mind, we’ll make bagna cauda at Penn’s room again later.” 😦

The internal mind conversation between Jayda and Clara continues.

[He doesn’t seem to be afraid of the items we brought!] 😰

[The brothers are normal human beings! Penn got a TokKok account, Gabe watched It Is Cake, and Mateo played Elven Ring. They are all active online, but not Aron!] 😒

[How did you know that?] 🙄

[Hello, human beings cannot live without the internet, okay! Those who are not online, must be the undead!] 😏

[Alright then! We shall move on. Let’s expose his true identity at dinner tonight!] 😠

[And hopefully we won’t end up becoming his dinner…] 😨

[I thought vampires only drink maiden’s blood?] 🙄

[Are you trying to offend me again? Clara!] 😒

Jayda stared at Clara with a questionable expression.

To be continued…