When Roman came to the class the following day, sure enough Luciano was seated confidently in the class in his specially designated seat.
Flipping through the pages of a book as if he is a scholar.
Roman gae him an annoyed look and went to his chair.
Luciano lifted his head slightly from his book and glanced sideways to Roman.
When he saw that Roman would not speak to him.
He spoke up loudly for Roman to hear.
“This class has a different scheme of work from what I am used to. Can you put me through it?” He was obviously talking to Roman because.
But Roman chose that moment to be too interested in a bug that perched on his desk, vaguely knowing that Luciano was watching.
Luciano regarded Roman from the corner of his eyes.
Earlier when he passed by his desk he felt his aura wash over him before he even looked up.
The memory of the warmth of his body pressed tightly against his own flashed through his head.
He could no longer concentrate on the book before him.
He continued to stare blindly as the words merged into one another and turned meaningless to him.
He just doesn’tknow why a peasant boy from a farm had that effect on him.
Luciano tried to concentrate on his book.
But he could not help it, occasionally stealing glances at him.
Roman was currently sitting with his eyelid shut.
Luciano studied the way His bronze lips pursed into a straight line.
The way his upper lashes met with his lower lashes.
The way the sun hit his olive complexion face.
There are just a couple of students in the class.
That gave them a room to themselves to have a perfect conversation.
Luciano knew that he should not be talking to him.
He should probably stay away from him.
But right there in the back of his mind, he just wants his hot body pressed against his back, while he whispers sweet nonsense and bites into his ears.
He knows he should not be craving it, because that position made him feel small and submissive and Luciano is not a person who submits to anybody.
Which is why it bothers him that his body is begging to be pinned down by Roman.
Roman felt Luciano’s intense gaze on him burning into his neck.
He struggled not to look at him but concentrate on bug perching and flying around on his desk.
He doesn’t really understand Rich people, one second he is avoiding him, another one he is pining for him.
Soon their other classmates started trooping in.
Clinton came in excitedly as usual, his eyes beaming immediately he saw Roman.
Luciano’s eyes flashed fiercely when he saw Roman looking up and finally smiling at Clinton.
He was further enraged when he noticed they were sitting together.
Soon the lesson for the day started.
They learnt English, geography and history. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
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The last teacher had just left when the bell for the break rang.
Clinton stood up and said to Roman.
“Aren’t you feeling hot? Let’s go and get some cold drink.”
“Wait a minute, I Am still writing.” Roman answered him without looking at him.
He was scribbling something in his book rapidly.
A minute turned to two then to three minutes before Roman shut his book and exhaled.
“I am done. Let’s go.” He said
He stood up and adjusted his tie.
The corner of his eyes darted to Luciano’s direction where he was pretending to read a book titled, “How to end a fatal attraction.”
‘Wonderful, I need that too.” Roman muttered.
Still limping even though it has reduced.
Roman walked out of the class with Clinton.
Immediately they left Luciano lowered his book and stared at the door.
The vending machine is located conveniently in the hallway.
Every floor in Vesperridge has its own that serves two to three classrooms.
One of the perks of an elite high school, mostly functional during the summer when the heat of Vesperridge City threatens to burn anything alive.
When they got to the machine only one or two students were on it since the weather is still mild.
When the last student left.
Clinton moved to the machine.
To Roman’s surprise instead of a card or money he brought out a silver signet ring from his pocket and pressed it on the glass biometric scanner.
The scanner glowed yellow and chimed.
Clinton clicked his orders on the screen.
“How much do I need to make an order?”
“Five or ten vespers depending on what you want to buy.”
Roman swallowed hard before asking.
“What are Vespers.”
A hint of surprise flashed through Clinton’s expression.
“You don’t have a Vesper ring yet?”
Roman waved his head cluelessly
“Okay I am going to buy for both of us.” Clinton said.
A few seconds later two sweating orange drinks fell into the silver tray.
Clinton took one and gave Roman one.
Roman took it and thanked him.
The orange drink was the most refreshing drink he has ever drunk in his life.
He almost finished it in one gulp.
Him and Clinton sat on a bench in the hallway drinking their remaining juice.
“So what are Vespers?” Roman asked again.
Clinton cleared his throat
“Inside here in Vesperridge Academy, we don’t use the currency of the outside world. Our money is actually a point you can accumulate called Vespers.”
Roman took another sip to cool himself down.
The new information he received was literally swimming around his head.
“So you mean I can’t use the money my mother gave me inside this school?”
“Yes and it applies to all students.”
“Are teachers exempted?”
“Yes teachers are exempted afterall they don’t get their supplies and food in the same place as ours.”
Roman shook his head trying to make sense of everything.
“So how can I get this so called Vesper?” Roman asked curiously.
“You need to get a Vesper ring first.
It’s surprising they haven’t give you one yet
They both went quiet for some time in deep thought.
Then Clinton’s eyes suddenly brightened up as if a light bulb lit up in his head.
“Vespers are normally issued at the beginning of the semester. Since you arrived at the middle of the semester you have to wait till the next one to get it.”
“After getting the ring, how will I get the Vesper points? Do it come with the ring.”
“No, the point does not come with the Vesper ring. You have to work for it”
Roman turned to look at him.
His face genuinely curious.
“How do I get these points?”
Clinton shook his head.
“There are many ways to get it. Each semester the school various assigns tasks to students. The amount of points you get depends on how you perform.”
“Once you are assigned a task it cannot be changed. Apart from the tasks you can also get points through staking and gambling.”
Roman’s eye lit up, a lot of ideas started running in his head.
“Really? Staking and gambling. Would I still get the points without a ring.”
“No, but you can transfer the points to me….”
Just then Luciano passed, the temperature dropped.
His aura drawing in all the air.
He walked to the vending machine.
Just then Clinton whispered into Roman’s ear.
“He has about more than hundred thousand Vespers points in his ring.”
Roman’s eyes widened in shock.