Inter-Year Class [1]

"Are you that eager to get a niece? For God's sake," I sighed, utterly exasperated by John's persistence. "Just wait for a year."

"What does that mean?!" John suddenly grabbed my shirt, demanding answers.

"Get off me! I took time to put on that damn tie!" I retorted, annoyed at his disruption.

"Silence, please," a loud, calm voice cut through the commotion. The noise in the stadium gradually subsided.

John reluctantly released his grip and stepped back, shooting me a determined look. "You will tell me whatever you've planned."

I couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Do you really want to hear it?" I smirked, my tone both meaningful and provocatively angry, just to irritate him.

"B-Bastard!"

I chose to ignore his protests. 

For God's sake.

I beg you, Eden.

Give him a girlfriend already.

Our attention was then drawn to Gamir Teraquin, who had stepped forward and was addressing everyone through a microphone.