Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 16

L U C A

1:06 PM

"Hmm, it's good. Very good," I sweetly addressed, referring the food I was currently eating. While I am licking the spoon inside my mouth, I can sense Ejey's deep stare at me. He's staring how I eat the food he served, and I can't help but slowly choke on my own chew, however it's still clear that being a mess is a disappointment, so as a decent person, I cleared my throat lowly.

Then he said something, "Can I?" Which taken me aback because he suddenly took the spoon off my finger, let alone it's still wet by my saliva - he dig on the plate before shoving it in his chiseled mouth. Right when he started pulling the spoon out, his tooth and lips traced roughly towards the stainless ornament, little by little - even the slightest drop of this dish - he cleansed it by his lips thoroughly.

Not leaving the spoon slightly consoled by the desert upon this steele table, just like how he leave my mind almost breaking due to the fact that he even exaggerate his first bite. "Hmm, yeah... That's so damn good. Here, have another." Once he said that, chill runs quickly through my spine. He drop his hands down and ravel another wave of the macaroni salad as he drag it up my lips.

And I don't have a choice but to open up, giving him a lot of entrance. For God's sake, he drag the spoon out of my mouth after I bit unto the mountain of salad rather harshly. And when the half of it stick through the spoon, he push it down his throat.

You know what makes me astounded? That when he wink at me during his second bite. "Yo-you should have to-told me you want to eat too..." Was my sheepish suggestion.

"Sorry about that, it's just a bad habit of mine since we're friends now." Oh? He's doing that to his friends then? "You're probably thinking if I'm really doing that with my friends - plural." He initiate again with an emphasis at the end of his sentence.

"No, I thought about your hobbies." My attempt as it was successful but it came to be having a fragile reasons like why do you think of my hobby? Is my body bugging you? With that questions - he might spare me, and I am deeply aware that his smirk can do it.

"You did? Why? Because it's bugging you?" He layered my prediction as well as getting me pinned on my mental memory.

"No, but slightly... Because I'm jealous that you have hard specs. Anyway, can we just move on?"

"As you wish, boy. What do you want to do next then?" What I'll do next... By the way, why am I here? To fool around with him? I didn't even agreed into this... He's the one who forced me by heading to our house - then suddenly, he asked for my sister's approval if it's okay that I'll be going to spend the night at his house.

"I don't know? Maybe you should teach me things I don't know? Like carrying dumbles?" Might as well, exercise.

"Hmm, I see. So to make things clear, Luca... You wanted me to be your body builder?" He clarified.

Which was, yes... And, no... Why? Because I just told him I want him to teach me do things he knows that I don't, regarding about these whole body-body shits. "I guess... Maybe..." Was my hesitant proclaim.

"Can you be more specific, Luca? Do you want me to teach you or not? Just yes or no..." Ugh, how demanding would his words be. I didn't really asked for this...

"Fine."

"Come on, then." Just like those words, he drag me unto nowhere. Nowhere to be filled with exercising tools and other more. I don't know why did the walk from their house to a gym nearby takes too fast, but all I know is that I'm thinking of other things from his room. If I'm correct, it's all familiar.

The honey jar on his tablework, the fancy papers just like the letters I have, and the chocolates which I knew the one I received to the first message that was given to me from the guy behind my mystery.

"Uhm, Ejey. Do you mind if I ask something?" I lowly and respectfully called out.

Ejey look at me on his shoulder before raising his right eye brow. "Go ahead," he tear sideways.

"Where'd you get the things in your room?"

"Like?"

"Like the honey jar, and chocolates?" Without getting more further, I stop at the cooler sway to prevent something stupid.

He was silent for a short period, though he look at me fully when he realized something. "Why? Do you want to have it? Because my friend gave it to me." His answer was kinda different.

"Friend? Who's it?"...

However, he sigh like he is annoyed. "You know what, Luca? You talk so much... Would you just stop this nonsense?" That's it... He shows himself as guilty by shutting me up. But does that mean he knows something?

Or I'm just being a judgemental? Perhaps I still have brain. "Okay, sorry..."

"You should be," he reluctantly consoled.

~

The workout was so quiet, I tried new things with a help of someone. His name's Kevin. Just like Ejey, Enzo and Peter, Kevin also has body to flex. "Do you live nearby?" He asked.

"No, I actually live far away. But because of a friend, I unfortunately find myself here - without his help," I stated while lifting a medium size dumbles.

"Unfortunately? No, you're lucky because you met me." Wow, confident.

"How can you say that?"

At first he scoff, then his smirk appeared. "If you're asking. Well, I'm a popular student in our school," He audaciously stated.

But then I felt being stunned at his answer, "Why do you think I'm lucky today? Is that just because you're popular and we met." Was my irritated response.

"Apparently, yes. But well, no because - dude, you're a newbie. And I'm already used to this. Don't you feel pressured because I'm talking to you? Or even perhaps enlightened for the same reason?" Both were unpleasant to hear. He's utterly confident about his experience... Why? If I would be in his shoes, would I feel just like what he does?

I cleared my throat, face wrinkled in disgust. "Yeah? Are you done, now?"

When he saw my face, he gulp into embarrassment. "F-fine. Maybe my help would be essential, may I?" He says may, so why not?

But what help could I be wanting? Knowledge how to use these automated steel bars? Not quite good, man because I'm just here with a friend. Not for him. "Uh, I'm good." As I declined his offer, the more I engage unto exercises, the more he bug me.

"Okay, stop, stop, stop." He disrupted with high voice, "You're utterly clueless. Stop doing things you don't know." The kind of insulting statement for me has been stored.

"Excuse me???"

"Kindly put your tools away, just a sec? Okay?" He requested while hands on air, trying keep me on my stance, but I didn't do such a thing. I keep the springed bar upholding my hands. "Goddammit!" Then he shook it away.

"What's wrong with you, stranger? Would you please mind your own business?" I taunted with fast yet daring tone. He must be shock at my retort by now. Maybe because I'm audacious suddenly or maybe because I'm prying a popular boy away. Which would be?

"Of course, I will not. Do you think being less experienced is cool, don't you?" He burned.

"Shut the f**k up," I momentarily blurted while sight pinned on my feet.

"What? What did you say, you f*****g pathetic faggot?"

Who was he calling? "Who were you referring?" With puzzled facial expression, I jerk my head from the side.

"Who else would I be talking with? If not you, then you think it's the man beside you? But there ain't no man beside you, so claim it as my words."

Sorry, I'm not imbecile as it looks like.

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Title:

Hypocritical disoriented mentality.