Cousin's Visit

Author's Point Of View

Jackson and Lisa had met in previous chapters, but Lisa does not know who Jackson is.

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Lisa's Point Of View

After the recess, I return to class to continue my studies. It's difficult to balance private and public activities. Because I'm at school right now, not on a day off from school. I'm going to have to get accustomed to this whole "school life" thing, though. When the study began, the teacher instructed us to form a corporate team. My paired student has been selected!

"What do we have here...? This two-person collaboration group will consist of two individuals. I'll start with the first one."

Do not mention my name in the first set of people!

"Lisa and Jack, you two are going to be partner."

What the heck? Him??

This guy was staring at the teacher and me with a forlorn look on his face. What happens next?

I turned to face him, and he looked at the paper and took the pen before me.

"Do you have any thoughts?" I questioned him in a kind manner.

He answered, "I need to think about the corporate side of things."

Was there another reason, other than having 24 students in one classroom, for me to work with this guy?

One minute... two minutes... three minutes...

And he's just so damn slow.

Tring...

"Everyone are good? It is imperative that this work be completed within one year. Getting to know each other and writing about your partner's attitude toward you are all that's left to do to start the process."

Is he sure that he said 1 year? No way am I going to talk about him for that long. He won't be interested in the assignment.

We gathered our belongings and returned to our homes. Last but not least, I'm free! See Jack and tell him what's going on "Please don't even consider about doing this task. It is understood that we will never be partners and that I loathe you."

At least he understands.

I walked through the door with a smile on my face and knocked.

"Mom, I'm home!" I said.

The door opens, and there Lucy, My butler.

"Mother isn't at home right now, she has a meeting overseas and she will be there for a year."

"Okay, that's OK. Lucy, I appreciate your help."

In the shower I comprehended what Lucy had said about my mother.

Is it true that she will be living abroad for a year? YES.

There, I smashed my body against the wall, and watched television as long as I wanted. However, it is a lot of fun. Since my mother is away for a year, I can do whatever I want.

Afterwards, I saw a story about Dessy. This girl's passion with accomplishing things won't let her go. So, what is she doing right now? I'm eager to find out... This must be a shameless act, I can only hope so. The question is: How can Dessy Reeves find things that are potentially hazardous to anyone? Drugs, and she robbed a $150K diamond in Malaysia once. As a result of the incident, she was sentenced to 2 years in prison.

"Dessy Reeves is Jackson's next legacy, or is it something else entirely? During the interview, she discussed her new album."

What? What will be the next chapter in Jackson's life? You've got to be joking with me. It is possible for him to leave behind a nasty person as his legacy. That's a joke I can laugh at.

"Dessy, then. Lisa is a sinner?", If you'd like to learn more about The reporter should direct you to Dessy.

"Lisa is a sinner, or is she just naive? You can't be serious, you know. Why do you make me the bad girl here when I am a good girl? That's why I dislike her "Her attitude irritated me to no end.

"Okay. In other words, this album will have 17 songs, each of which is a diss track. Thunder, Ryan, Perry, and Calvin Dogg are among the special guests", Dessy tells the reporter about her new album.

Did she really say Calvin Dogg? My career is going to the pits.

Why does she frustrate you? I don't know why she hates me. Knowing that I'm more famous than she is, I'm not surprised at all. Despite this, she is capable of being an artist in a positive manner, as opposed to one that is negative. If she wants to be famous, I hope she can change her attitude towards the media.

Ting tong

Is there a doorbell ringing outside your house? Who is this person?

Opening the door was my first action. It was Issac Garcia, my cousin. As the hospital's youngest psychiatrist, he is a psychiatrist. Psychiatrist? I have no idea. Like me, he initially aspires to become an actor.

"Hey there, sir. Please let me know how you are doing ". He smiled at me as he greeted me.

I greeted him at the door with, "How are you?".

"It is fine with me. Thank you. What happened to Auntie?"

"She's going to be away for a year, I see. You're aware of the fact that business..."

Does that sound right? he sat down on the couch and watched tv

Then I asked him, "How's Jasmine?"

Jasmine is his girlfriend, and she's also a psychiatrist at the hospital (I'm not lying). However, she can also be very lazy and untidy, which can make her unstable and unproductive. Jasmine is in good physical condition. She has pale skin, gray hair, and brown eyes. She is about average height and weight. She has a birthmark on her neck and a tattoo of herself on her left shoulder.

"She's fine, thank you. Our first stop yesterday was at a café, where we met a patient who was struggling with PTSD. In the café, we give him advice. He then gets a cramp. So we called an ambulance to pick him up from the hospital and bring him home."

"Does he appear to be in good health?"

"At the hospital, he was unharmed. As soon as we got to the apartment, we had a long night of sexual encounters ", When he described his experience, he smirked.

His relationship history is a complete mess. Unfortunately, I have no idea what you're talking about. However, I'd like to ask him about it.

"Are you available to answer a question for me, Isaac?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Felt your relationship with her to be secure? You seem to have a lot of weight to your relationship, and I'm not sure what to say about it."

This is what he says as his hand pats my shoulder: "Confident to the fullest extent of my abilities Relationships require trust. To begin with, I can't imagine loving her. During the past three months, I've been suffering from a headache, which I'm planning to accept."

"I pondered it, and wondered how your school was doing. Auntie tells me that you go to school every day."

"Hmm, that's pretty cool. There are a lot of people in my class who are fans of my work."

"Are they all there?"

"Well, not all of them, at least. One person in particular irritates me to no end. Why is he being so arrogant?"

"Who?"

"Jack, a classmate of mine, is pictured in the photo. When we first met, we bumped into each other and he didn't feel bad about it."

"What a shock!"

"The teacher then paired us up to work on a corporate America assignment. In the coming year, we must work together! You are being stalked by a person who has your number."

"There is, however, one thing I must tell you before I go. If you're feeling this way, it's a sign that you're in love."

"I was confused when he said that," I thought to myself "It's a no, I don't care about him. I hate him for being such a pain. The next day, I'll need to see him again."

Both of us were served tea by him in the kitchen. After drinking the tea, we were warmed by its aroma and felt its warmth.

Feeling relaxed is a result of the excellent quality of the work that was done.

"As a result, you are now aware of the relationship."

"What? After drinking tea, how can I tell if there are any relationships? Issac, where's the knowledge?"

"Tea is hot and bitter at first. And then it became warm and tasty, just like your first meeting with Jack. You will love or accept him as a friend, even if you hate him."

He is correct. I need to find out more about this person.

Honk… Honk…

"I see her. It's Jasmine. Thank you for letting me into your home ", As soon as he saw the door open, he dashed to it and got into his car. Jasmine was driving when I caught up to him. It was the first time we had made eye contact and exchanged greetings with each other. Once that was done, they proceeded to go to the gate.

Next, I prepared my school book by closing the door and going into my room.

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Continued on the next chapter...