As Cheska continued on her way to school, the mystery surrounding Angelo's request to protect Constantine weighed heavily on her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility that had been placed upon her, nor the nagging questions about the significance of her connection to Constantine.
Cheska: (thoughtfully) Why did Angelo want me to protect Constantine? What did he see in him that made him believe it was important?
As she pondered these questions, Cheska couldn't help but feel a sense of unease mixed with curiosity about Constantine's role in her life. She wondered if there was more to their connection than she realized, and if Angelo had seen something in Constantine that she had yet to discover.
Cheska: (murmuring to herself) Maybe there's a reason why Angelo wanted us to meet... Maybe there's something I need to learn from Constantine, or maybe... maybe I'm meant to help him in some way.
With each step she took, Cheska felt a renewed determination to unravel the mystery surrounding Constantine and her connection to him. She knew that Angelo had always had her best interests at heart, and she trusted that his guidance would lead her to the answers she sought.
Cheska: (resolutely) I may not understand it now, but I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill Angelo's wish and protect Constantine, whatever that may entail.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Cheska forged ahead, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in her quest to uncover the truth and fulfill her mentor's legacy. And as she walked, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that, in doing so, she would find the answers she sought and perhaps even discover the true significance of her bond with Constantine.
After that day, while Cheska's friends is talking about rumor that Constantine beat up an junior is exposed to university, Cheska jumped in the conversation and her friends accused Constantine that he's a delinquent but Cheska defend him
As Cheska's friends discussed the rumor about Constantine allegedly beating up a junior, Cheska's heart sank at the thought of him being labeled as a delinquent. Unable to stay silent any longer, she interjected into the conversation, determined to defend him despite the accusations swirling around.
Cheska: (firmly) Hold on, guys. We can't just jump to conclusions based on rumors. We don't know the full story.
Isha: (raising an eyebrow) But Cheska, multiple people saw it happen. It's not just a rumor anymore.
Kim: (nodding in agreement) Yeah, I heard he's been causing trouble ever since he transferred here.
Cheska: (shaking her head) That may be true, but we can't judge someone without knowing their side of the story. Maybe there's more to it than meets the eye.
Bea: (skeptically) What are you saying, Cheska? Are you defending him?
Cheska: (steadfastly) I'm not defending his actions, but I believe in giving people a chance to explain themselves. We don't know what Constantine has been through or what led to this incident. And until we do, we shouldn't rush to condemn him.
Sheynna: (softening her stance) I see your point, Cheska. Maybe we should hear him out before passing judgment.
Cheska's friends exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to make of her defense of Constantine. But Cheska remained resolute in her belief that everyone deserved a fair chance, regardless of their past actions.
Cheska: (determined) Let's not jump to conclusions, okay? We should approach this with an open mind and give Constantine the opportunity to explain himself. Who knows, there may be more to this story than we realize.
With that, Cheska's friends reluctantly agreed to withhold judgment until they had more information, their curiosity piqued by Cheska's unwavering loyalty to someone they barely knew. And as they continued their discussion, Cheska couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in standing up for what she believed was right, even if it meant going against the opinions of those closest to her.
As Cheska overheard Lennon and Hillarion discussing the rumor about Constantine, she pretended not to pay attention, keeping her focus on her own thoughts while they talked amongst themselves. But deep down, her curiosity was piqued by their conversation, especially Lennon's suggestion that someone might be trying to frame Constantine.
Cheska: (murmuring to herself) Constantine... what's really going on with you?
As she walked away, Cheska couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to the story than met the eye. And as she thought back to her encounter with Angelo and his mention of Constantine being his son, she couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth to it.
Cheska: (quietly) Angelo, is Constantine really your son? Did you see something in him that made you want me to protect him?
Though she knew Angelo couldn't answer her, Cheska couldn't help but seek solace in the memory of her mentor, hoping that somehow he could provide the guidance and clarity she desperately needed.
Meanwhile, Lennon and Hillarion's conversation continued, their speculation about Constantine's innocence echoing in Cheska's mind as she wrestled with her own doubts and uncertainties about the enigmatic boy who had captured her attention. And as she walked, she resolved to uncover the truth behind the rumors and the mystery surrounding Constantine, no matter what obstacles lay in her path.
Lennon: Did you hear the news?
Hillarion: What news?
Lennon: There's a humour that...
Hillarion: That???
Lennon: Constantine beaten up a Junior student.
Hillarion: Seriously?
Lennon: I don't know. We all know that Constantine is a street fighter right? But he will never do that
Hillarion: How did they now?
Lennon: There's a cardboard on a body saying that "I did it on purpose because i hate the student councilors.
-Constantine"
Hillarion: But do you think it's obvious?
Lennon: Yeah... i think someone is planning to set up Constantine. 
Constantine: Hey guys what's up?
Lennon: Did you beat up an Junior?
Constantine: Excuse me?
Hillarion: There's a body found that got beaten up and a cardboard with writing that you made it
Constantine: No i didn't beat up an Junior and why would i do that?
Hillarion: It's says that you hate the student councilors
Constantine: WHAT?!
*Speaker*
Principal: John Constantine of class 3-1 please come to the student councilor office. The president wants to talk with you.
Constantine: Wait i didn't do anything like that?!
As Constantine grappled with the rumors swirling around him, feeling confused and uncertain about what was happening, Lennon and Hillarion approached him, sensing his distress.
Lennon: (placing a reassuring hand on Constantine's shoulder) Hey, man, are you okay?
Constantine: (shaking his head) I don't know, Lennon. This whole thing... it's got me feeling all messed up.
Hillarion: (nodding in understanding) We get it, Constantine. But you have to stay calm and focus on the facts. Don't let the rumors get to you.
Constantine: (running a hand through his hair) But how can I stay calm when everyone's talking about me like I'm some kind of troublemaker?
Lennon: (firmly) Because we know you, Constantine. And we know you're not the kind of guy to go around beating up juniors for no reason.
Hillarion: (nodding in agreement) Exactly. We've got your back, man. Whatever's going on, we'll figure it out together.
Constantine's tense shoulders relaxed slightly as he took in the words of his friends, grateful for their support amidst the chaos swirling around him.
Constantine: (sighing) Thanks, guys. I appreciate it. I just... I don't know what to do about all this.
Lennon: (placing a hand on Constantine's other shoulder) We'll help you figure it out, okay? But for now, let's focus on staying calm and keeping a level head. We'll get through this, I promise.
With Lennon and Hillarion by his side, Constantine felt a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty, knowing that he wasn't alone in facing whatever challenges lay ahead. And as they walked together, he drew strength from their unwavering support, ready to confront the rumors and prove his innocence, no matter what it took.