Part 3Intercepting the Wrong Brother

When school started on Monday, I showed up at the door of Julian's classroom holding a small cake. Everyone gave me a knowing look.

Someone even shouted out,

"Hey Julian, your biggest fan is here to deliver cake again!"

Through the glass window, I saw Julian slouching lazily in his chair. He let out a contemptuous scoff.

"She thinks I want it just because she brought it?"

"Tell her to get lost."

I pressed my lips together and walked up to the desk closest to the door.

"Could you do me a favor and give this to your class president?" I asked, handing over the cake.

Instantly, the entire classroom went dead silent.

Then, every single head swiveled toward Julian, whose face had instantly darkened like a thunderstorm.

It seemed everyone was shocked to realize I wasn't there for him.

The girl sitting in the front row stammered a "sure" and placed the cake on the empty desk belonging to the class president.

The security guard told me a male student had been the first to spot me unconscious.

I found out later it was the president of Julian's class.

It was only right that I brought something to thank him today.

Ignoring the weird stares from the class and the death glare Julian was shooting me, I thanked the girl and turned to leave.

I had barely taken one step when a massive crash echoed behind me.

I paused, instinctively looking back.

Julian, who had been sitting at his own desk, had somehow already walked over to the class president's desk.

He had kicked the desk over.

The cake had hit the floor, completely smashed.

Julian stared at me through the crowd, offering a provocative, unapologetic smirk.

"Oops. Slipped and dropped your cake. What are you gonna do about it?"

I wanted to shove his head into the ruined cake.

But Julian was absolutely not someone I could afford to mess with right now.

Rumor had it his father was the biggest shareholder of the school board.

I turned my head, completely ignoring him, and walked away.

Behind me, another crash sounded, even louder than the first.

I didn't look back.