Chapter 61: Trapped

"I ... I don’t have any plans at all, Kenn. Truly."

"You think I’d believe that?"

"I heard your piano playing earlier. It was very beautiful, but to me it sounded a little sad." I yelped when my back slammed into the chair behind me. "I just thought you were dealing with a big problem. That’s all. Truly. Kenn, stop right there. Don’t come closer."

Instead of stopping, Kenn moved even closer. "Who do you think you are, daring to interfere in my affairs?"

I shook my head hard. "I don’t intend to interfere. But it would be better if you talked to me. Who knows, maybe I could help you."

"What could you possibly do?" Kenn lifted his chin, looking at me with a challenging tone. "Aren’t you only good at making threats?"

"What? Hey … that’s your own fault. You were the one who started trouble with me first, right?"

Now Kenn was standing right in front of me. He kept locking his gaze onto mine, then leaned his body forward. He pushed his face closer until his pointed nose slowly approached mine.

My eyes widened. Reflexively, I pulled my head back as fast as I could. However, he moved even closer until there was almost no distance left between us. When I raised my hand with the intention of hitting his face, Kenn moved faster and caught my wrist in his grip.

"Don’t do anything reckless, Kenn!"

Kenn still ignored my warning. I tried to yank my hand away with force to break free from his hold, but my effort was useless.

The distance between us grew even tighter. The warmth of his breath now clearly brushed against the skin of my face. I couldn’t move. I could only squeeze my eyes shut tightly while racking my brain to find a way to escape from him.

One second.

Two seconds.

Why isn’t anything happening?

I immediately opened my eyes. It turned out Kenn was leaning forward to reach for something behind my shoulder. His hand grabbed the lower part of the chair, and suddenly the backrest behind me moved downward. Before I could even realize what he was doing, Kenn pushed my body until I ended up sitting right on that chair.

"Why? Do you feel disappointed?" Kenn curled his lips into a smile. Both of his hands were now braced against the white piano on either side of my body, completely locking my movement.

"What do you mean? Disappointed about what?" I dodged.

"This time, what else is that filthy brain of yours thinking about?" His gaze swept over my face, accompanied by a mischievous smile.

Damn it!

Apparently, he was deliberately toying with me.

"Now you realize it, don’t you? Your brain is already filled with all kinds of dirty things, so there’s no room left for anything else."

My eyes instantly widened, shocked by the words coming out of his mouth. Look at him now, laughing while tapping his index finger against the side of my head, as if my head were a table.

Taking advantage of the moment while he was still laughing, I grabbed his finger and bit down on it as hard as I could. Kenn let out a loud yell and jerked his hand away until it broke free from my bite.

"Are you a girl or what? What if my finger broke?"

"Now you know too, don’t you? Turns out the arrogant guy in front of me is extremely overdramatic like a girl," I shot back sharply. "You get bitten just a little and you act as if you were bitten by a gorilla. I don’t care, you have to comply with my second request," I insisted. "Hey, Kenn, where are you going? Wait!"

Kenn turned around and walked away just like that, leaving me behind. I stood there, stunned. That guy really dared to refuse my request.

Not staying still, I ran after him all the way to the front door. "Kenn, don’t run away!"

However, from behind me, a voice suddenly called my name.

"Frel."

I turned around. It turned out luck was still on my side. A second later, a brilliant idea flashed through my mind.

I gathered all my strength so I could shout as loudly as possible. "Hi, Gita! What a coincidence, there’s something I want to talk about."

I glanced backward, and my guess was right. Kenn reflexively stopped in his tracks, his posture alert.

I smiled inwardly. A sign that my plan would work again.

I saw Gita’s brow crease in confusion. "What is it, Frel? Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"It’s nothing. I just feel happy because you greeted me first. I didn’t expect it," I said with a small laugh to cover up my real plan.

"I thought there was something important," she said while smiling at me. "Do you want to go home together later?"

"I’d like to, Gita. But for now I still have something else to take care of. Is it okay if we do it another time?"

"It’s fine," Gita replied while flashing her sweet smile. "Oh right, earlier you said there was something you wanted to talk about. What is it, Frel?"

"That, I want to tell you about—"

"Come with me."

"What is this, Kenn? Let go!" I struggled when Kenn suddenly came over and pulled my hand away from in front of Gita.

Actually, inside I was laughing in satisfaction. I managed to trap Kenn for the second time. However, his grip on my hand was really painful.

"You’re pulling my hand too hard, idiot!"

"Get on!" he ordered firmly while randomly grabbing a helmet beside his motorcycle and throwing it toward me.

"Hey, there’s no need to throw it like that. Besides, whose is this? Why are we even in the parking lot?"

"I told you to get on. I’ll explain everything to you," Kenn replied. "But not in this place."

"But break time is almost over, Kenn. What if I miss class?"

"You’re really noisy." Kenn rubbed his face roughly. He then took out his phone and spoke to someone on the other end of the line. "Mr. Ahmad, I’m making a special request for class ten one. Cancel the next lesson. Don’t let any teacher dare to give assignments or start the class."

I froze. Isn’t Mr. Ahmad the principal here? How could he dare to give orders to the principal?

"How long are you going to daydream there? Get on, now!"

"I won’t until you answer my question. Why did you give orders to Mr. Ahmad like that? Even if you’re the foundation owner’s son, you can’t just stop teaching and learning activities as you please."

"So you already know that this school belongs to my family?" Kenn asked with an arrogant attitude.

"What? Do you want to show off your wealth in front of me?"

"Then what do you want? I’ve been given full authority over this school. Besides, I’m sure this school’s reputation won’t be ruined just because I stopped one hour of class," he retorted. "Now stop arguing. Get on!"

I snorted in annoyance before finally giving in to his demand.

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