System Mission: Sedu Chapter 90: I tried and succeeded (kinda)

Chapter 90: I tried and succeeded (kinda)

At the end of it all, after sleeping through most of the storm in his own head, Blake came to a conclusion he wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t regret later.

No matter how he turned it, the outcome barely changed. Both options circled back to the same place, just through slightly different paths.

So it wasn’t really about choosing something good, it was about choosing what was less bad.

And, of course... that choice involved lying to Myles.

Blake frowned faintly to himself.

But was it really lying?

It wasn’t like he was fabricating everything from scratch. He had gotten hurt. He had fallen. The details were just... adjusted, made more acceptable and less suspicious!

In the end, after going back and forth with himself longer than he wanted to admit, Blake made his decision.

He was going to school.

Why?

Because staying home would look worse.

Myles would definitely notice. And not just notice, he’d think, assuming something bad enough happened to keep Blake from showing up entirely.

Or well, just straight up suspect him.

And that, of course, would only make things harder.

And besides, there was Asher.

Blake still had responsibilities. He had agreed to guide him around, help him settle in. He couldn’t drop getting informations out of him.

"Alright, alright," Blake muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair. "I can do this."

The words sounded convincing enough.

But even as he said them, something in his chest tightened.

...Could he really?

***

"What happened."

Myles didn’t hesitate.

The moment Blake came into view, the question was already there, basically impossibile to dodge.

Blake barely had a second to brace himself.

"Nothing," he replied easily, keeping his tone as casual as possible. "I just felt kind of weak yesterday. Lost my balance for a second."

He shrugged, like it wasn’t worth mentioning.

Thank goodness he has the mild concussion excuse in his pocket.

"Ended up scraping myself a bit against the counter. That’s all."

It was simple and not too detailed.

Most of all, somewhat believable.

After all, Myles had no way of knowing what had actually happened.

He didn’t know about the "fight