Marcell remained silent, with no intention of speaking up. Just replying to Erza's gaze was also impossible. Marcell's eyes were still looking straight at the floor.
"I know what your relationship with Weeby is like, but is this the way you do it? You have to remember, who is the person who made Weeby like that? You, only you, Marcell!"
unrelentingly continuing to blast, cursing Marcell full of bluster, there was no pity embedded in Erza's body.
"I'm disappointed with you because, besides not taking responsibility for what you did, you also make me sick, Marcell." Erza pointed at Marcell. "You lost my trust, and at the same time you also lied to me."
Erza then smiled faintly and said, "Maybe if you told me the truth, I wouldn't be this angry."
Erza was satisfied with lecturing Marcell, he relaxed his grip on his hand, and Erza hoped that Marcell could digest what he had just said. Erza also hoped that Marcell would regret what he had done.
Novan now took one step closer to Marcell, and was accompanied by Erza, who slowly moved away while carrying his backpack out of the classroom.
"I'm also disappointed with you Cell, this is not the Marcell I know. Sorry, this time I sided with Erza, without realizing it, you have disappointed three people at the same time."
That was it, and then Novan chose to go to his seat, leaving Marcell, who was still stunned, the look in his eyes was still the same. Yes, Marcell had disappointed many people. He had made Uti cry, as well as Erza, who was furious because his words were not heard by him, and Weeby, the girl, who had gotten too much disappointment.
After pondering for a moment, Marcell did not want to make the same mistake. Without waiting or stalling any longer, he shifted his chair back until the creaking sound of the chair rubbing against the floor could be heard.
Without a signal, he immediately lifted his buttocks, stood up, and continued to rush outside the classroom. Not forgetting, he carried his bag. At the door, Marcell's steps faltered, while his eyes looked flat.
"I have a few things to do," Marcell replied quickly, knowing that Resti would ask about his departure.
Resti's mouth, which had been slightly open, was forced shut because Marcell had spoken without being asked. However, feeling awkward and behaving strangely, she furrowed her brow. Resti intended to ask Marcell where he was going, but he had already walked quickly ahead of her.
His fast pace made Resti purse her lips.
Resti continued to stare at Marcell as he walked away.
The next second, after Marcell disappeared through the classroom door, Resti's breathing sounded very agitated.
Resti chose to sit back in her seat, even though the dismissal bell had echoed, and there were already a few students wandering around the school.
"Van, where is Marcell going?" Resti asked Novan.
Novan turned his head, put his cell phone in his pants pocket, and then he said, "I don't know, just ask him yourself," he replied quietly.
After the words slid smoothly, Novan immediately focused again on the flat object because it had just rung a sign of an incoming message. Soon he passed, and meanwhile, Resti puffed up her cheeks. Not Marcell, not Novan—they were all the same in Resti's eyes, strange.
Resti's eyes roamed again, looking for someone who seemed easy to ask, and then her gaze fell on Uti, Resti already knew that this big girl rarely talked to her, but she would try.
"Uti, do you know where Marcell was going?"
The same question was asked again as Resti got up from her seat and headed towards Uti's bench.
Uti was still reluctant to lift her head from the table, she was still sad, and it was all Marcell's fault. Uti was sad because she felt sorry for Weeby.
"DON'T ASK ME!"
Resti's expectations were instantly shattered. She jumped in surprise, her chest rose and fell, her eyes blinking; then she swallowed her saliva again.
Even Uti, who is an introverted girl, was rude to her. It really didn't meet her expectations. Resti then returned to her original place, her mouth silent, reluctant to ask any more questions because Uti was turning into a polar bear.
Meanwhile, Marcell walked so fast. Impatient, Marcell chose to speed up his pace again, and this time he even ran, overtaking the crowd of students who passed by, ignoring the strange looks from them, Marcell's goal was only one, namely to fix the situation, and if necessary, he would apologize to her, who had been hurt.
Marcell went to the place where he put Weeby, but when his long legs had dragged him to that place, Marcell immediately choked, Weeby was not there.
Marcell just remembered something. Yes, it was definitely Uti who took Weeby to the infirmary because the girl had vented her frustration on him while crying as well.
The next second, Marcell's strong legs carried him to the infirmary, his breathing already ragged. After he had reached the doorway, Marcell wiped the sweat from his temples, not only that, he also neutralized his breathing again. Marcell must not look out of breath.
Weeby was still unconscious, and Marcell could not be mistaken, Marcell then approached, and he looked at Weeby's beautiful face.
Feelings of guilt still attacked him relentlessly. Marcell finally took a seat, but his face would not look away from Weeby.
After that, the minutes passed so quickly. Weeby had already regained consciousness. And Marcell immediately took Weeby home.
"Marcell, I'll just get off here," Weeby said while patting Marcell's shoulder so that the boy would obey her desire to stop the motorbike not until in front of the house gate. Weeby was just afraid that her father would see.
Actually, Weeby objected to being dropped off like this by Marcell. But the boy forced her, Marcell had also apologized sincerely, and Weeby couldn't bear it. And Weeby was also afraid that Resti would go berserk, but Marcell won her over, so she didn't have to bother thinking about it.
"Are you sure? Is your leg healed?" Marcell was still a little suspicious when Weeby said that her leg was back to normal.
"What a nag you are, hurry up and go, thanks for taking me home," Weeby replied, her tone of voice still half angry, after all, Marcell was determined to be the boy that Weeby hated.
"No, I'm the one who thanks you for letting me take you home."
Although it felt strange, Weeby still said yes, she just didn't want to prolong the problem. Yes, about that, Weeby had no idea if Marcell did anything bad to her.
Marcell also asked Erza, Novan, and Uti to keep their mouths shut as much as possible, they were not allowed to talk.
Initially, Uti refused, but as long as Marcell convinced her again, Uti finally felt sorry for Marcell, and she was forced to nod in agreement even though she had not fully forgiven Marcell's arbitrary behavior like that.
"I'll be back first," Marcell said, coinciding with the gas being pulled, and immediately drove so fast away from Weeby.
For a moment, Weeby looked at Marcell, who was getting farther and farther away, she exhaled, then began to waltz towards her house.
The next day after school.
"Are you still angry with me, Res?" Marcell stared at the girl in front of him with straight eyes, while the one being stared at just rolled her eyes lazily. Upset. Now, Marcell and Resti are in one of the famous cafes.
"How can you not be angry if your own boyfriend is with another girl," Resti grumbled irritably, her heart heating up, and she continued to stab Marcell without wanting to stop.
No matter how many times Marcell had explained, Resti still wouldn't listen. Feeling tired, Marcell then exhaled slowly. For the umpteenth time, he did the same thing.
"I'm just helping Weeby, that's all. What do you have to be jealous of?"
Still determined to make Resti believe and forgive him, Marcell continued to attack, challenging Resti's arguments that sometimes made his heart ache.
"Why did you have to bring Weeby to class? It must be a girl pretending to be lame, right?"
Resti continued to storm in with sarcastic remarks, not caring about the food on her desk and letting it sit there cold. The most important thing to her was that she could defy everything Marcell said.
Marcell is getting more and more frustrated, he wipes his face with his hand, then two seconds later his gaze returns to Resti. For Marcell, this problem must be resolved first.
"I've told you dozens of times, or maybe hundreds of times, that Weeby is like that because of my actions, Res, so I have to take responsibility, and you shouldn't behave like this."
Marcell hopes that's the last in a series of words to explain Resti, it's boring to keep saying the same sentence.
"I forgive you this time, but remember, don't do it again!"
"Please, let's not talk about this anymore." From the look in his eyes, Marcell looked very pleading, his grip tightening on the back of Resti's hand.
Resti replied with a short nod, she was also tired, and she didn't want to argue anymore, Resti then smiled broadly, but not reaching that point, Resti immediately drank the orange juice in front of her.
Marcell could now breathe freely, so he took the fries, smeared on the tomato sauce, and put them in his mouth.
In between chewing his food, Marcell looked back at the front. Immediately, Marcell's jaw stopped, and his eyes looked straight at his girlfriend.
"Resti, what's wrong with you?" Marcell asked frantically, swallowing the fries that were still on his tongue.
"I'm fine," Resti replied straightforwardly, holding her mouth, which felt on the verge of vomiting, her stomach feeling very nauseous.
Unable to take it anymore, Resti quickly stood up from the bench and looked at Marcell while holding her mouth with the palm of her hand.
"I'm going to the restroom first."
Without waiting for Marcell's approval, Resti immediately ran, after arriving at the restroom booth, Resti immediately felt very nauseous, and a few seconds later, she immediately vomited.
Sighing furiously, Resti smoothed her slightly messy hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror for a few seconds, before her gaze now turned to her stomach, which had begun to grow.
Swallowing her saliva with difficulty, Resti finally shed a tear, but she hurriedly wiped it away, Resti was already getting nervous. What if Marcell found out about this? Not only that, Resti was also afraid that if this secret were revealed, she would definitely become the subject of ridicule throughout the school.
Resti would also be in danger of being expelled from school. Until now, she still hasn't found the right way.
She could have aborted the pregnancy, but she didn't have the courage to do so; every time the thought crossed her mind, she would shake her head repeatedly two seconds later.
Sooner or later, the biggest secret of her life would be revealed, especially since her stomach had started to grow. Many times, Resti felt her own fear.
After tidying up her appearance again, Resti began to walk wearily out of the toilet cubicle, three minutes later, she was sitting in her original place.
Marcell, who had been daydreaming, worrying about Resti's condition, immediately snapped to attention, staring at Resti with an exaggerated gesture of panic on his face.
"Resti, you're okay, right?" From the tone of his voice, the panic radiated from Marcell, and the look in his eyes also portrayed how concerned he was.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." Resti smiled awkwardly.
"Dizzy? Let me take you to the doctor." Marcell had already lifted his butt off the chair, immediately rushing for Resti's hand and quickly dragging her out of the café.
Resti should have been happy with Marcell's attention, but she also felt uncomfortable. In her opinion, Marcell was overreacting.
"I'm just dizzy, there's no need to see a doctor, I'll get better soon. No need to overdo it," Resti said as she got up from her seat.
"But I'm worried about you, Res."
"But you don't have to overdo it, I want to go home. My head is spinning," Resti said, grabbing Marcell's hand, holding it tightly, and then beginning to drag him outside.
"You've got a headache, let's go to the hospital, I'm afraid you'll get something wrong." Marcell stopped in place, reluctant to follow his girlfriend.
Hearing Marcell's words, Resti immediately rolled her eyes, then turned around, facing Marcell while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"No, I'm going home. I know you care about me, but this is too much, Marcell." Resti snorted, annoyed with Marcell's protective attitude this time.
Actually, there was another reason why Resti didn't want to set foot on the hospital floor at all. One reason in favor, she didn't want to be examined by a doctor, especially if the doctor said that Resti was pregnant. It would be difficult if something really happened and Marcell knew everything. Anyway, Resti would flatly refuse if Marcell continued to rebel and forced her to see the doctor.
"I'm worried about you. Please Res, just obey me, okay?" Marcell pleaded, making as classy a face as possible so that Resti would be fooled into obeying him.
It doesn't work that way at all. Resti wouldn't do it. "No, I want to go home, period."
Not wanting to listen to Marcell's whining, Resti quickly turned her body around, began to walk forward and out of the cafe. Marcell's words that were about to come out had to be held on the tip of his tongue, and then the tall guy exhaled tiredly and angrily.
Marcell doesn't immediately go after Resti, he remembers that he hasn't paid for the food he ordered, he looks at Resti once again, who is getting farther away, then Marcell quickly goes to the cashier.
"The total is 25 dollars," the waitress said after Marcell asked her to add up the food he had ordered a while ago.
The boy nodded, reached into his pants pocket, and five seconds later, Marcell frowned, reached into another pocket, and when he found it, Marcell immediately paid.