Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 128

Chapter 128. Rosa’s Birthday (1/10)

It was currently Wednesday and two days had passed since winter break ended, today being the third day of the first sester. Operation Supernova had been executed on Sunday as planned and had gone off without a hitch. As for the results of the operation, only ti would tell.

Regarding the specifics of the operation, I still considered them to be top-secret classified information. For the ti being, I didn’t dare think of or rember the events that played out on that day, fearful police would soon co knocking on my front door. I’d taken many asures to ensure my safety, but I knew many holes could potentially be exploited if I’d been unlucky that day.

I hadn’t attended school for the last two days. With Operation Supernova completed, my attention was now focused on other pressing matters at hand. One being my unfounded fear of transfer students. I’d been paranoid about them over the last two days.

Rosa said there hadn’t been any transfer students, but I wouldn’t lower my guard. I wouldn’t fall for such a cliche developnt.

An assassin transfer student? Hah! Get real, I’m not calling for that twisted joke. Did I look like an idiot who’d walk right into that one? I’m onto your gas, world. You like to play too many tricks. I won’t fall for it. The second I return, I’m sure a transfer student will coincidentally appear on the very sa day.

As that was the case I’d gone to the university every day to pass the ti in the museum. I used the spare ti I had to focus on writing.

However, I couldn’t do that today. My number one most pressing matter today was the second subject on my mind which left with no spare ti to think about writing anything. Today was... Rosa’s birthday, she was still in class though. Up until now, I hadn’t thought of what to do for her birthday. What do couples do on each other’s birthdays? Go on a date and give them a present?

Well… tomorrow she had her interview with the Owner. Should I maybe do sothing related to that?

If she did get hired, she planned to get her learner’s permit right away and even finance a car. I’d already run the numbers and showed her she’d be able to fully buy it out in a bit over half a year depending on how much she was willing to spend on it.

As for Alicia, she’d already submitted her application and resu. She was just waiting on a call back from the owner to see if she’d get an interview.

She was in a similar position to Rosa. If Alicia got a callback today, she’d probably have her interview tomorrow with Rosa.

But that was for tomorrow. Today’s subject was Rosa’s birthday. I had a blank docunt open. I’d been staring at it in a state identical to the docunt itself.

Blankly.

Yes, blankly.

I had no idea.

I never celebrated birthdays.

My one birthday was just another unimportant day to .

I’d tried searching online for ideas, but they all sounded awful. Who the hell thought of these? The best I could think of was getting her a cake, but Alicia had secretly baked one for her yesterday.

I was lost.

A lost little lamb.

For the first ti in a long ti.

I was soone who could co up with an elaborate plan to destroy a celebrity's entire career… yet I couldn’t co up with a plan for my girlfriend’s birthday. How pathetic was I?

Well… to start with I took out my phone and sent her a text.

‘Happy birthday, Rosa!’

That was the only thing I had though. I didn’t know what to do.

I hadn’t said it to her in the morning because I only rembered it was her birthday when I got here. I spent two hours straight brainstorming and researching, but I’d gotten nowhere.

Even though she was in the middle of class I got an imdiate response.

‘FINALLY! I THOUGHT YOU FORGOT!’

‘I would never forget. You’re my precious girlfriend.’

It was a lie that I hadn’t forgotten, but I felt like I’d be murdered if I revealed that to her.

‘♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡’ She sent a long string of hearts.

Phew. I breathed out a long sigh of relief.

At least I hadn’t completely screwed up yet.

‘Did you have anything you wanted to especially do for your birthday?’

‘♡ You. ♡’

I broke out into a coughing fit when I received her single-word reply. What the hell? You want to do ?

‘Stop ssing around.’

‘I’m not ssing around. I’m serious. I don’t care to do anything else. Book a hotel room for just the two of us. We’re going after school.’

‘I… get it. I’ll book one. Let’s et up at ho after school first.’

‘Okay, I’m looking forward to it. ♡’

Our text ssages ended with that.

What the hell? Book a hotel room, she says. It’d be hard for to do that on such short notice. I could do sothing about the age with one of the fake IDs I’ve made, but I’d need a credit card. I can’t use my debit card.

In this case, I suppose I could only turn to Irene. She was at work though. She’d have a thirty-minute window where she could do it though.

I sent Irene a text.

‘Hey, Irene, could you help book a hotel room? Rosa made an unreasonable request for her birthday. I’ll pay for it, I just can’t do much about the credit card requirent.’

I’d already crunched the numbers and instead of being in the red $95 every month, I’d be in the green $710 by renting a room at her place. Coughing up $150 for a night wasn’t so bad. Plus, January was when the hotel prices were the cheapest in this city. If we made the reservation through a booking site or checked the hotel’s website for offers we might also get a discount on it.

While I waited for a response from Irene I searched around online for hotels that looked nice nearby with affordable prices. I eventually found one that was on the pricier end of the spectrum for my budget. It was advertised as two beds for $200 regular price, but it was discounted down to $150.

By the ti I settled on the one I wanted and sent Irene a follow-up text with the listing, It’d been twenty minutes since my first text. I hadn’t received a reply back yet. I had no choice but to wait until she had a chance to see it. She’d probably notice it on one of her breaks or lunch.

About an hour later I got a ssage back.

‘Sorry! I didn’t see your text until now.’

‘But ohhhh!’

‘What’s this~, what’s this~? A hotel? A hotel~?’

‘How nice~!’

‘I’m soooooo jealous~’

‘I want to be taken to a nice hotel like this for my birthday too~’

I received a rapid burst of text ssages one after the other in under a minute.

‘Will you book it for ?’

‘Hmmm~ what should I do? An underage boy and girl all alone at a hotel? That sounds pretty suspicious, don't you think~’

‘We’re not going to cross that line or anything.’ I hope.

‘I don’t know about that. Don’t you think you’re a bit too optimistic, maybe you don’t intend to cross that line yet, but Rosa seems pretty eager to if she requested a hotel.’

‘I’ll make sure it doesn’t reach that point.’

‘Well, it should be fine with the present I gave Rosa for Christmas even if you do cross it~’

I facepald when I recalled the present Irene discreetly gave her on Christmas in secret.

‘Shouldn’t you be advocating for us to wait until we’re older and more mature?’

‘Telling kids your age to not do sothing these days is like telling them to just go and do it. Instead of letting them go and do it behind your back in an uncontrolled manner, I believe providing them with the ans to do it in a safe manner and giving them more freedom is the safer option. The allure of it is greater to children when it’s sothing forbidden or considered a bad thing. Children just love to be bad because it gives them a thrill.’

‘Well… I can’t say you’re entirely wrong. The more pressure you put on soone to not do sothing, the more likely they are to eventually snap and do it.’

As Irene herself got pregnant when she was 16, her words were more convincing than anyone else’s. She’d likely been in a similar situation in the past. If anyone could understand Rosa, I’m sure she could.