At Any Cost | Book One of Exafortespent

By Alma Azura Celia All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Thirty Nine: What's Wrong With Him?

“Sophie, wake up you sleepyhead!” Colton yells. I blink my drowsy eyes for a few seconds, trying to get the sleepiness in it away, and fix my gaze on him. I look at him sleepily and squinting from the sun light coming from my window.


“Wake up, it’s 7.45.” He says, looking at me expressionless. My eyes widen a little, didn’t believe of what he just said. “You’re joking right?” I look at him with disbelief, my eyes still heavy.

“I’m not. Just look at your clock.” He says, nodding his chin towards my alarm clock. I turn my head quickly and look at my the time on it. I blink my eyes rapidly and widen my eyes at the clock.

“What the heck?!”

“Told you.”

I hurriedly jump off my bed and make a run toward the bathroom, wash my face and brush my teeth quickly. I walk into the closet quickly and snatch my uniform off from the hanger. I slip into the uniform and walk back to my room, grabbing my bag, phone, and pick my glasses from the dresser.

I put the glasses on as I run down the stairs, and go to the kitchen. Aunt Sarah already there, enjoying her morning tea. And the weird thing is, why is Brenda- one of the house maid- still making the breakfast. I shake my head slightly and snatch a slice of bread.

“Sophie, what’s with the rush? Going somewhere?” She asks. I turn around quickly and flash her a little smile. “Hi Aunt Sarah, I’m late for school so, see you later.” I turn around and quickly walk toward the garage.

“What? It’s only like 6 past half in the morning.” Her words sends me into a full stop, even my heartbeat stop for a second. I turn around slowly and furrow my eyebrows as I stare at her.


“Yeah. Just look at the clock.” She points her finger at the clock, making me look at the clock. And yep, it’s still 6.27 in the freaking morning!

“Colton you freaking asshole!” I yell, and only to receive nothing but Aunt Sarah’s little laughter. “Colton put some other prank on you again, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.” I put my hand over my forehead, suddenly feeling dizzy by all the rush I was in.

Why is he still being mean to me? I thought he already changed. But I guess he's still keeping the mischievous side of him and just go around putting prank on people and annoy the shit out of people.

“Gosh, what’s wrong with him?” I sigh.

“Just forget about it. It’s better to be early than late, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I nod. We stay there in silence, only the sounds of plate and spoon clattering can be heard. “Uh, Aunt Sarah?” I ask after a few second, taking my gaze off the floor toward her.

“Yes, Sophie?” She asks back, smiling a little.

“Is it okay if, you know, I don’t wear the glasses? It’s kind of disturbing and uncomfortable.” I say hesitantly. She frowns a little at me.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Maybe you should just ask about it to Mr. Warren.”

“Okay. I guess I’m just going to call him now.” I pull my phone out of my shirt pocket.

“Okay. Come here quickly after the call, the breakfast would be ready in a few minutes.” She smiles again. I return her smile within a second. “Okay.”

I quickly walk upstairs and there is Colton, standing in front of his bed. Shirtless. Damn, if he’s not the annoying cousin of mine, I’ll definitely want him to be my boyfriend. But sadly, if he’s not even my cousin, he already has a girlfriend.

What the fuck is wrong with my head?

I shake my head, getting rid of the strange thought, and quickly walk into my room before he notices me staring. I close my room door and turn on my phone. I dial up Mr. Warren number, waiting for his answer.

“Sophie? Why are you calling me? Is everything alright?” He asks, sounding a little worry.

“Uh, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I have this one question for you.”

“It’s fine. What’s the question about?”

“Uh, it’s about my glasses.”

“What’s wrong with your glasses?”

“It’s kind of messed with my vision and daily activity. So, can I not wear it?” I ask, biting my lower lip in nervousness.

“Well, if it’s making you uncomfortable, you can put it off. Besides it hasn't really affected your cover, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Warren. Thank you.” I smile through the phone, hoping he could see how grateful I am because of this little thing.

“Oh, it’s nothing. You asked a question, and I’m just answering it.”

“Okay. I will call you again if I need something to ask about.”

“Okay, and I’m still waiting for some info from you.” He says, suddenly sounding so serious. My breath hitches in my throat at the voice and I nod my head. “I will try my best to get it.”

“Okay. Now go back to your work.”

“Yes, sir.” I end the call and jog to my closet.

Finally, I can put this shit in where it should be. The box. And it would never be seen ever again. I put my glasses off and fold it. I walk too happily toward the end of the room and my thigh hit the drawer in the middle of the room. I wince at that and the glasses slips off my hand, and hit the floor.

I quickly crouch down and take the glasses, when suddenly I feel a button on the glasses frame and accidentally click on it. I hear a little voice from the glasses and I quickly put it on, confused by the voice.

Woah, what the heck? There is someone talking to me.

“... My name is Eve. You can ask me about direction, places, and other thing. This glasses would record everything with a little camera planted into this glasses and all the video would be saved to your computer data. Just say ‘Eve’ if you want to ask me.”

“Oh my god.” Is this real? A spy glasses? The real one? Like on movie? Woah. This is so fucking great. Suddenly, I’m feeling giddy by this new feature of my glasses I just discovered, and now it’s making me smiling like a freak.

“Uh, Eve?” I say uncertainly.

“Hi, Ashley. What can I do to help you?”

“Show me the direction to Harrington High.”

“Finding the fastest route...” It beeping for a few minutes and a phrase projected in front of me, make me even more surprised. I never thought this glasses can do things like this. I thought it was just ordinary glasses for my disguise.

A blue, long line suddenly appears after the phrase gone. And it’s keep going until it’s out of the closet door.

“The direction already shown in front of you with the blue line. Please follow the line for the fastest route.”

What? It even shows from where I’m standing right now? Damn, this is so great. I guess I need to use this for the rest of the year unless I don’t mind to get lost.

“Eve, turn off the direction.”

“Direction mode has been turned off.” The blue lines gone out of my sight and I still standing there in my closet in surprise.

What, I have this as my glasses and Mr. warren didn’t even tell me about it. Ugh, if I knew this earlier, I would have done so much right at this time. I dial Mr. Warren number again, one ring and he answers the call quickly. “Sophie?”

“Oh, uh, hi Mr. Warren. I’m sorry but, how can’t you not telling me about the glasses?” I ask, feel a little bit annoyed.

“Because you need to figure things out.” He says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“So, that mean my other stuff could have something in it too?”

“Probably. You need to figure things out and your work would be so much easier.”

“But why don’t you just tell me about it?”

“I’m doing that because you have to use your mind to solve things, including little thing as your glasses. If you observant enough, I’m sure you already figuring a lot of things now.”

“Okay, sir. Thank you for the clue.”

“Don’t thank me, you should have actually figure about that out weeks ago.”

“Okay, sir. I’ll call you again soon.”

“I’ll wait. Good luck on your job.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I put my phone away from my ear, and hang up on the call. I walk out of my room, putting my phone into my uniform shirt pocket as I walk down the stairs and walk into the kitchen quickly.

“Sophie, eat your breakfast.” Aunt Sarah says. I grin at her, feeling a lot more happier after Colton's prank because of the glasses. “Yes, ma’am.”

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