As Brad was consoling Olympia, they reached his college. He felt a different sort of excitement within him. He did not know why, for this is the first time his mother was accompanying him to his college. He turned towards her only to see her looking at his college. Olympia on the other hand had her hand over her face to force herself not to vomit. Brad looked at her and suppressed his laughter.
He stepped down from the car along with Amelia and Olympia. Olympia hurriedly got out in case they intend to lock her inside the car with that "stupid" driver. She brushed past Brad as she stayed away from Amelia, in case she notices her.
It was hilarious to see the forbidden princess to behave like this in the human world. She, who could keep her calm everywhere, was now behaving weirdly. Brad looked at her and shook his head, and then turned to his mother and said, "Mom, shall we?"
"Yeah." Amelia was reminded of her college days. She shrugged off her thoughts before entering the college along with Brad. She saw the Dean having his breakfast at the College Cafeteria. She was a lecturer in this college, and gave many speeches here. This college brought back her memories. She was reminiscing about them when someone b.u.mped into her.
"Hey, woman can"t you see I"m walking? How dare you stand in my way?" Amelia heard an annoyed tone. She turned around and apologized. "Sorry, I didn"t notice. I"m really sorry."
"Do you think your sorry is enough? Do you know who my father is?"
"Young Man, I already said sorry."
"So? I"m the only son of Mr. Tyson. Do you know who he is, you stupid lady?"
Meanwhile, Brad was having a staring compet.i.tion with Olympia, and the commotion broke his concentration. He scowled, displeasure evident on his fair face.
"What happened?"
"You… you… Why are you here?"
"What? Cat got your tongue, Mr. Son of the Mayorship candidate? Oh, I forgot, there are many more, like, Mr. Loser, and what about that one, the most recent one, Mr. Punched and Kicked. Do you like them, Mr. Idiot?" Brad opened his mouth and continued abusing in a sarcastic tone.
"You are alive." That was a statement more than a question. And Brad immediately replied, "It"s good to see that you are fine." Provocation was laced in his tone.
Samuel Tyson was now afraid. Who was this boy? How come those thugs couldn"t beat him? He was thinking that he was lying in his bed in poor condition, but it didn"t seem like it. What is going on? He opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn"t make a single sound.
Brad turned to his mother and said, "Let"s go." He intentionally b.u.mped against Sam, and shot him a provocative glance.
Olympia followed them, but she could sense a faint aura within the guy Brad abused. That aura terrified her. If it is that person, she is doomed. Even Deablo isn"t here. She did not know what to do. She calmed herself down and followed Brad. She noticed something from the corner of her eyes.
She informed Brad, "Master, someone seems to be following us."
"Okay." Brad replied back.
"Can you see who they are?"
"Yes, and they are holding some strange looking weapon in their hands."
"What, weapon?" Brad stopped walking as he exclaimed in his mind while conversing with Olympia. Amelia looked at her son as she noticed the abnormality.
"What happened, Brad?" She questioned.
"Umm… Nothing Mum."
They were beside the cafeteria and decided to enjoy the food there. They sat down at the table and ordered a pizza.
"Mum, you won"t believe that they make the best pizza here" Brad said and looked hopefully at Amelia, who smiled in response.
Amelia ate in silence while Brad narrated various stories about his college. It was interesting to hear them from his point of view. Suddenly, she seemed to notice something, and poked Brad in his arms, "Do you know them?"
"Who?" Brad looked puzzled. Amelia pointed at a bunch of guys standing at one corner and staring at them. "No Mum. They aren"t from this college. Wait a second, though. Let me call Chris over. He knows everyone in this college." Amelia nodded in response. She had a bad premonition about this matter.