Immoral System

"What should we buy?"

"Just a Spanish bread for me, it"s sad being broke, I really have to find a part-time job."

"Is that so, Sofony? How about you be my tutor and I have my mom pay you per hour?"

Sofony laughed, "You kidding? The smartest girl in the world needs a tutor? Wendy, you are the grade"s rank first, and the school"s brainy queen!"

They walked side by side as they strode to the canteen. They pa.s.sed by several rooms and Wendy saw many students in their year level pointing at Sofony.

"Fine, I don"t need one." Wendy laughingly replied to Sofony"s previous speech.

"I perfectly know. If there"s someone who need one though, please recommend me to them. Maybe I could do that as apart-time." Sofony sighed.

"Girl, stop sighing. Though I don"t know what is worrying you so much, only knowing that you"ll never fess up to me, I"m at least still here. Cheer up. And I saw many boys talking behind us."

Sofony"s brow rose. "Oh? They are probably checking you out since you"re one of the G.o.ddesses of our campus."

"They are. But not only me. I think some are very interested with the beauty next to me who suddenly transformed."

Wendy watched her friend blinked and frowned. However the girl didn"t say anything to follow up.

"Haha, Sofony"s cute but she probably won"t admit it. She"s been hiding behind her eyegla.s.ses and weird getup for so long that she could no longer believe she"s also beautiful, especially without that thing blocking her bright eyes."

Wendy giggled to herself. They had now reached the dining area, and of course they were still gathering attention. It"s just sad that her friend was probably a.s.suming it"s only Wendy turning people"s head their way. She"s way too lacking in the confidence department.

The cafeteria was indeed stirred by the appearance of two beauties. About Wendy Gomez, it"s a daily thing to her. Wendy was known to be a beautiful and smart lady. She"s aware of it and was already used to the attention. Sofony was a different story, though. People were now marveling at her beauty and were in constant discussion of how they only found out about this quiet G.o.ddess.

"Sofony, go reserve that empty table for us. I"ll order for the both of us," Wendy said to her best friend.

"You know my order already," the girl awkwardly laughed. "Sorry for the bother."

Wendy didn"t mind though, and she didn"t take the Spanish bread order seriously. Wendy planned to buy her friend a decent meal out of her own pocket. Anyways, Sofony wouldn"t be able to refuse once Wendy already paid for it.

Sofony sat down on the table her friend had chosen and put her handkerchief on the chair next to her to mark it as a reserved seat for Wendy. Once done, her mind went to who knows where as she brainstorm on how she"d deal with getting a part-time.

"Maybe I should just try giving out flyers on the weekends. It doesn"t pay much but it"s okay. Then I"ll find some restaurants that need extra help every evening. I could also be a tutor whenever possible."

"Thankfully, I upgraded my intelligence and studying skills. I should be good enough for that."

"System, do you have some opinions there?"

As usual, within three seconds, a reply came,

"If it"s something immoral, no thanks. Yes please, if it"s about decent money-making."

The system sneered.

Sofony"s heart was alarmed. She felt like the system was going to say something unwelcome next.

"...I don"t care about that. I won"t do that again!"

Fear gripped her heart as she read the last part.

"That"s hardly rea.s.suring."

Anger welled up from within but when she reflected that she really didn"t stop the guy from exploding within her, her face lost color and she"s now as pale as a white paper. Panicked consumed her body system as she fidgeted on her seat.

"...I beg you, don"t scare me anymore."

However, inside her mind, the immoral system was still heartily laughing.

....

"Who"s the one who arrived with Miss Wendy?" asked a tall and lean student who was above average in terms of looks.

The young man was acting like a boss of a small gang of boys. One boy next to him mouthed, "She"s the nerd who"s always next to G.o.ddess Wendy. Her name is Sofony Mendez, from the same cla.s.s."

He lifted up his left arm adorned with an expensive watch and smoothed out his gelled hair. Name was Floyd Cruz, one of the popular students of the school. His family was very rich and influential and that"s being reflected by his unusually refined bearing. It"s just unfortunate that his eyes always had tinged of red. He"s a known playboy even though he"s never the most handsome guy in the school.

Floyd"s eyes were pinned to the quiet girl sitting a few tables away from theirs. When directly paired up with Wendy, it"s a puzzle how she remained unknown when in fact she"s actually a looker. A while ago, Wendy"s brilliance didn"t manage to eclipse Sofony"s.

"She"s always wearing eyegla.s.ses before. For some reason, she doesn"t have them with her today."

"That girl used to be like air, not very noticeable probably because she"s not eye-catching enough with her gla.s.ses on."

"No no. I think the reason is because today, she"s not as gloomy."

Floyd stared at his good friends. "You sure know the girl a lot, huh. What else?"

The freckled face guy next to him laughed. He was the first to cater to his boss" thirst of knowledge.

"Nothing much. She"s a nerd so she"s smart, always ranking 9th or 10th every semester for the whole grade. That"s it."

The most handsome of their bunch suddenly spoke, "Boss, are you planning to hit on her? How about Miss Felicity?"

"Oh? What about her, Chris boy?" Floyd returned the question to his most hated underling. The guy was not really a welcomed folk within their gang.

"She"s your girlfriend, right?" The expression of the young man called Chris was not that good. He didn"t like it when Floyd, their nominal boss, acted like all girls should be played around.

Seven, the freckled guy, answered for his boss. "What of it?! Our boss is mighty. It"s totally okay to have one official girlfriend and many other flings! As underlings, we must strive to be like him!"

As everyone else in the group laughed, Chris raised a brow and threw a stare at the quiet and pure looking girl who continued to sit on her chosen spot.

"Did she hear us? She looks so pale, probably scared by our nasty group."

Then Chris thought of his wealthy childhood friend Felicity and bitterly wondered. "What kind of group is this? Felicity, how are you tolerating this b.a.s.t.a.r.d as his girlfriend?"