THE RECORD: From Behind The Camera, He Keeps Watching
CHAPTER 24: Primrose's Suspicion

Dang it's!

It turned out that our goal was further away than I had imagined. Crawford kept saying ‘just a minute until’ with that soft voice. I don't know how far we forced a step with feet that almost fell. The sky was getting hotter, and the soles of the feet were already feeling numb. Worse, as far as the eye can see, there is only a spruce lined with acres.

Which part is soon, for God sake?!

“Rose, don't we rest first? I'm tired.” Delilah who was stumbling behind me sounded.

I stopped my steps and turned towards him. “Fine. 10 minutes,” I said with a severed breath.

I gave up and just sat on the ground.

The others followed me. Our bodies are running out of energy. Sweat pouring. In that instant we also looked like disaster victims who were displaced.

“Rose, audience reduced. Looks like we better stop first and move on when you guys get to the.” spot Max who was monitoring from somewhere else suddenly reported.

With a breath I answered. “Really?” I asked while lifting my phone screen lazily. Sure enough, the audience was reduced drastically and the comments said our live was boring. Maybe it's because I didn't talk much because Noah was holding the camera. After all who can keep talking for miles?

Nothing but a superhero.

I don't know what I'm saying. Just ignore. I'm dying. And just wanted to mess it up.

After I made the announcement that I would resume live after I got to the venue, Noah turned off the camera.

We were silent for a few minutes too. Neutralize the heartbeat and as much as possible breathe fresh, cool air. From down here, I look up at the sky. Another case with the road to the village, the trees are now lined irregularly around us set aside strands of leaves for the sun. Its branches stretched out, making light twinkle like stars.

I looked to the side. Noah leaned against the tree beside me. His eyes closed peacefully.

And the next second I found myself staring at him in silence.

Call me pervert or whatever.¹ I know I can't control both my eyes to go down the bone that's the foundation of his facial features. Starting from the basin that hides both her pretty eyes. Her plump eyelashes, her tall nose, her full lower lip and her gentle stretch …

Dang.

I guess I'm just too letting myself fall.

Maybe everyone in the school thought that Noah was one of my right hands. Nope! They wrong.

First, I don't consider my friends to be right-handed. Who am I to have the right hand? My job is to just be myself and do what I want. Maybe that's what underlies them by seeing me as a dominant person in school.

Especially with my background that people thought was ordinary. Maybe my slightly rude and sometimes arbitrary nature makes them think I'm a bully like in the movies. No, I'm just not good at hiding my emotions and don't know how to channel them. Such is. You know for yourself where this trait comes from. I can't help it.²

Okay, second of all, Noah wasn't a sycophant trying to be a part of my circle, but I forced myself to be close to this young man. I followed him from the very beginning he moved to our school. Yeah, I admit it.

I don't know why Noah just resigned when I forced myself to be friends with him who likes solitude. I am thirsty for attention. I like to be noticed. I like being loved by many people. I feel satisfied when they feel proud of me. I feel happy when they say I'm beautiful and smart. I get a lot of love from people around me when my own family can't give it away.

Especially after Noah's arrival at our school. That handsome young man stole my attention the first time I saw him. Not because he's handsome. Yes, that includes. Undeniably. But there's something else that's making me fall.

That's when I was talking to my male friend in the hall stands. I sat at the top, and my friends heard me from the bottom. Then out of nowhere, Noah suddenly dropped his jacket over my lap and said. “So you hit me right? There's a lipstick stain there. So, please be responsible.”

And the young man just passed by. Of course I frowned because I felt like I didn't hit anyone. As soon as I checked the jacket, there was nothing there. Feeling annoyed, I chased after him and intended to return the jacket, but Noah said again. “Your score is too short. Just put it on first. Give it back to me tomorrow.”

Don't you?!

AAAK!

*****! I always flutter every time I remember that.

I dont care if you call me a skannk.³

Only for Noah of course.

Moreover, this cold young man never refused when I asked for help. I'm so dependent on him. I told you anything. About my family, about my life, about whatever happened to me. And this young man will only listen well and give advice. Sometimes it gives me elusan in the hair to calm down.

Heishis. Seeing that, who wouldn't be confident that Noah might have feelings for me? Just look at her treatment that always protected me even if I was capable enough to protect myself.

But I was too big of a head.

Noah was just always nice to everyone.

When I saw him being caring towards Izzy, I was of course disappointed in my own expectations. I was disappointed in Noah who cared more about the geeky than I did. Although my heart is not his responsibility at all.

I thought I was crazy for not knowing anything about it even though I had opened up. His family, his life, his place of residence. Noah ... too shut down. Sometimes I don't know what he's thinking when I say Izzy's taking him to Woodstock. Why did Noah suddenly notice her silently as if something was hidden. Though all this time the young man had never cared or even offended him.

Why do I feel that there's something between Noah and Izzy. But the geeky doesn't know anything about this. Just Noah. The young man I liked was acting mysterious again.

Maybe I was so immersed in my thoughts that I didn't realize Noah had opened his eyes and was looking at me.

I nodded and looked away nervously. 

Before Noah asked anything, Isaac approached Noah and asked the young man to follow him. Without speaking again the two walked over and stopped quite far from where we rested.

Seemed to be involved in a serious conversation. Occasionally glancing towards us ensured. Come to think of …

Noah and Isaac.

Both came together when we moved to our school. They come from the same school. And …

They suddenly approached Izzy as soon as I told them about my plans for Woodstock.

The two young men looked in the same direction at the same time. I followed their point of view and it was …

Izzy Crawford's.  Who was staring around the forest innocently.

Whether we know it or not, I guess …

Something happened between the three of them.

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Translation:

Tell me I'm cab*l or whatever.

I can't do anything.

I don't care if you call me cheap.

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