PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

131 Chapter 131 A Day In Sister’s Life (2)

(Third person POV)

′′ This will be the last time you are allowed to enter the classroom late, do you understand me, ladies? ′′ An older man in his forties exclaimed as he addressed Claire and her friend Melissa.

Before the teacher’s scolding, both girls could only agree over and over again, not that they really feared the teacher; it was just easier to nod now and ignore the poor educator later.

′′ Well, remember to complete your homework and turn it in the day before the awakening ceremony. ′′ Having said his part, the teacher made his way to the teacher’s room leaving the two girls alone outside the classroom.

Melissa had a playful smile as she gestured behind the teacher’s back, while Claire only sighed at her friend’s antics, in the end, no matter how much they ran, they had both arrived late to the classroom and although they were allowed to pass to take the classes at the day; even so, they had not been spared a sermon by their half-hearted teacher.

Claire had enough trouble in a single day was decide in dragging Melissa back to the classroom, but good looks weren’t the only thing Claire shared with Desmond; Apparently, the girl also shared his bad luck when a voice that she wished she didn’t have to listen to come to her encounter she entered the room.

′′ Claire, if you have trouble getting to school I can pick you up every morning, after all, it′s no problem to tell my driver that he strayed a bit ′′ These words came from Brayan a boy with whom Claire did not want to have any relationship.

Since the first day of classes that Claire had attended this school the boy had fallen in love with her at first sight, since then he had been after her like a damn insect, not that Brayan was a bad match, quite the contrary, the subject was a tall blond man with blue eyes and a great physique, if you added to that that he was someone from a wealthy family; You might as well consider the guy the prince charming of a lot of the girls around here.

But in Claire’s opinion, there was a fundamental problem with the individual known as Brayan. . . He was not Desmond Astryd, for Claire, no one in the world could ever dream of owning her heart other than Desmond, normal people simply would not understand the kind of love she felt for Desmond; for the man she loved, she was willing to do anything and forgive anything.

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So much so that she had come to accept that with the personality of her dear brother it was unlikely that she was the only woman in his life, it was not that Desmond did not love her, it was just as Kyuru had said Desmond would go through hell for her; if Claire had to give a reason for that side of Desmond she would say that it is simply his nature.

She also knew that, if asked, Desmond would not hesitate to be completely and absolutely faithful, but Claire would not do that, in the first instance, although she was capable of feeling jealous, her love was never of the possessive type, that could be her own nature or a trait that she had to adapt under the circumstances; if anything, Claire thought she owed Desmond too much to make a demand that would further restrict his freedom.

There was even a small part of her that thought in a more extreme way, one that wanted Desmond to have more people like her, people who loved him as deeply as Claire loved him, that way Desmond would have more people who share his burdens, more people who will bring joy to your life; in Claire′s opinion, Desmond deserved to be loved and showered with all the best this world could offer him.

Back to the present day, to no one’s surprise, Claire ruthlessly rejected Brayan’s offer arguing that she was not so futile that she couldn’t make her way on her own from her house to school.

Faced with such rejection, Brayan felt a bit stunned, but he didn’t dare to insist, he had already seen that Claire was not in the mood that day to deal with him; so he decided that he would wait for a better opportunity to try to flirt with her.

¨ On the day of awakening, I will surely awaken a powerful ability with the help of the resources that my family gave me, let’s see if then she does not fall in love with how incredible I am. ¨ Brayan thought naively.

Ignoring what was in the mind of this annoyance that did not leave her alone, Claire accepted the invitation of her friend Melissa to go to her bakery to enjoy an afternoon of girls. Claire really wanted to fill her friend with pampering when she made that suggestion, of course, Melissa knew how much her dear friend liked sweets and candies, but she did not know how much Claire wanted to avoid going home where she would be remembering Desmond’s absence at the same time that she had to avoid the disaster that Kyuru the mischievous fairy left in her wake.

Having arrived at the pastry shop, Claire did not hesitate to fill the small table they had for them with all kinds of little cakes, the little maid had barely touched her cup of tea by the time she had finished with her third slice of cake.

Watching her friend devour the sugary treats on the table, Melissa found herself quite helpless as the girls’ evening was originally planned so that she could comfortably chat with each other and instead had spent the last ten minutes watching Claire gorging herself on cupcakes.

′′ You are not afraid of getting fat, you will not find a boyfriend if you get fat. ′′ Melissa exclaimed in an attempt to make her friend stop eating so she could talk about other things, little did she expect the kind of response she received from Claire.

′′ Never mind, Desmond will not stop loving me for something so small. ′′ Claire plunged into her little world of cream and sugar, unconsciously speaking without really thinking about what was coming from her lips.

Melissa heard her friend quickly reject her suggestion to stop eating and a bitter smile crept across her face, only to be replaced with a look of disbelief when she finished processing Claire’s words.

′′ Wait, did you say Desmond? Isn’t that your brother’s name? Wait, don’t tell me you have “that” kind of fetish. ′′