Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 13: You Want to Chase My Idol?

"Maeve Lane, you’re killing with laughter! Do you know about Julian Fairchild? I heard soone made a little ditty for you guys, called ’Freshman Maeve Lane’s fierce hand crushes grass, Sophomore Master Fairchild’s swift blade cuts flowers’ hahaha..."

Watching her roommate laugh until she was pounding the bed, Maeve Lane, with a face mask on, said calmly, "Who wrote it, and who is Master Fairchild?"

Her roommate laughed, "No idea who wrote it, but you seriously don’t know who Master Fairchild is?"

Maeve Lane earnestly said, "I really don’t know."

"Master Fairchild is Julian Fairchild! I showed you his photo before! Don’t you rember?"

"Now that you ntion it, I think I have so recollection."

Maeve Lane’s tone remained cool, comnting, "Looks pretty good indeed."

"More than just pretty good! By the way, Maeve Lane, you’re in the student council, right? Haven’t you ever bumped into Julian Fairchild?"

Maeve Lane thought for a mont, "No, I always thought my current boyfriend was the most handso in the student council?"

At that mont, the phone rang.

She pressed the speaker button.

"Maeve, do you have ti today? I’m coming to see you."

Maeve Lane couldn’t recall his na at the mont, glanced at the phone display, "Drake?"

Her roommate saw her action, sighed, "Life is unfair, so have too much while others too little, hey..."

"Yes, yes!"

Maeve Lane tried to make her words sound less indifferent, "Last week when we got together?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, let’s break up."

The boy’s voice turned painful, "Maeve, what did I do wrong? I can change, just tell , okay?"

Maeve Lane said coolly, "It’s nothing, just tired of it, you’re too clingy, that’s all, goodbye."

"Maeve!! ––"

Her roommate watched in amazent, "You’re really decisive, Drake Draper is the campus heartthrob from the computer science departnt, and you dumped him without batting an eye?"

Maeve Lane applied so whitening essence to herself, "Handso? I’m not feeling it anymore."

Her roommate gave Maeve Lane a thumbs up, "Bold, your form of ’heartbreak’ is so straightforward."

Maeve Lane tugged at the corner of her lips, "Not bad."

All that heartbreak talk is just mutual needs arrangent.

The clock on the table pointed to 6:30 PM, Maeve Lane opened a group chat.

[All student council mbers, please gather at the playground at 7 PM @all mbers]

[Note: The president is coming too! Freshn girls, seize the opportunity!!]

The ssage was sent and then quickly retracted!

Maeve Lane saw it just by chance, "By the way, redith, this Julian Fairchild, is he the president of our student council, right?"

redith Monroe replied, "Yes, yes."

"He seems to be coming to et us today for a eting?"

redith Monroe, in surprise and near disbelief, eyes wide, "Really?"

Maeve Lane washed her face, took out clothes to change into, "Really, want to co witness it?"

"Witness what?"

Maeve Lane calculated in her head, "Witness the first eting between my eighteenth boyfriend and ?"

redith was briefly confused, then wailed, "You’re going after my idol?!"

Maeve Lane laughed a little, not hiding her interest in Julian Fairchild, "Yes, coming?"

...

In the end, redith ca along with Maeve Lane.

Maeve Lane wore a midriff top today, paired with a black ultra-mini skirt, the legs beneath were slender and fair, catching everyone’s eyes.

When they arrived at the playground, many people had already gotten there early.

redith had stars in her eyes, staring at the microphone in the center, "Maeve, my idol will be out soon!"

"Mm," Maeve Lane replied perfunctorily, and took a sip from the drink in her hand, effortlessly.

redith watched wide-eyed as Maeve Lane downed a large gulp, her mouth agape in shock, "Maeve, where did you get the booze? You’re half a glass down, yet dare to drink?!"