My Mate, The Greek God.

8. Why Don’t You Go Home?

I don't hear anymore arguments from Lucas or Sandra, I think they've left the corridor. And I hope they will not go somewhere else to continue fighting over this.

"Adonis, let me go." I say, and hear him chuckling, with his mouth too close to my ear. "Do I have to scream out for someone to help me? Please let me go."

He's still under the influence of alcohol and he's practically crushing my bones the way he's holding me tight. "Why are you so tensed?"

"Because I'm exhausted." I tell him, in all honesty. "Every fibre in my bone is hurting, I want to go to my room and rest before I fall sick."

His hold around me gradually loosens and I'm surprised that my words works on him. I use the opportunity to jump out from his laps. Lulu, that little pervert is internally cursing me out, she wanted to stay longer.

Adonis returns to relaxing himself, tucking a pillow under his head while on the bed. I thought he's about to leave? Or does he plans to crash here for the rest of the day?

No way. I can't let that happen. If Lucas comes back and find him here, our lives will really be over. I've caused enough problems for Sandra, I don't want to cause anymore.

"Adonis, why don't you go home?" I say.

He shifts his eyes to me, "I'm disappointed, so you want me gone already?"

I slightly purse with my lips, "Yeah I do. You sound like you're sober enough to be on your own." I'm not sure about that though, seeing his behavior. "There's a misunderstanding and I think it's best if my brother doesn't return to find you here." I hope he will leave, Lucas is not someone to take things lightly.

"Your brother will not return." Adonis says, with a tone of confidence.

"What makes you say that? You don't even know him."

Adonis laughs, his cheeks sinking to form a pair of beautiful dimples, I'm seeing them for the first time. His eyes are glowing with mischief, making him to look untrustworthy, like he's about to cause trouble. "Trust me, I just know that your brother will not be coming back tonight."

I'm confused. Why does he sound so confident as if he knows something? I have a feeling that Adonis knows something I don't. The thought of it alone makes me frown at him. I seriously hate this feeling of being left out, like aren't Mates supposed to be sharing secrets together?

"Why do you sound so confident? Just go straight to the point, will you?"

Adonis' face flushes red but then he gives me a crooked smile, "You asked for it, so listen to me," he moisten his lips before he continues to talk, "there's this hormone in the body we call Cortisol, the stress hormone. So urh, when you get into a romantic conflict with a lover, that hormone will spike up inside of you. And well, the body gets turned on in the process."

Heat travels to my cheeks but I don't let this feeling to stop my curiosity, "And then what happens next?"

"And then you crave for lovemaking. Arguing itself is physiologically arousing, especially for men."

Is this guy tipsy or sober? I'm not sure what side of him is talking, but I'm surprised at how much he can openly talk about this. And I think his theory sort of make sense.

I've always felt it at the back of my mind that there must be some kind of an explanation for that wild and passionate makeup s*x that often happens after a heated argument. I've watched a lot of wild scenes like that on Netflix.

I admit, I'm not totally innocent. Although I pretend to not be affected by this new side of Adonis and I continue with my probe, "So your point is, Sandra and my brother are not coming back here because they're going to make love tonight. Well then what makes you so sure that what happened between them was a romantic conflict?"

"Your brother, he feels threatened, thinking that Sandra and I, you know,"

Oh I hate that crooked smile, will he just stop that?

"I don't know what you mean. Sandra and you what?"

He wet his lips as he hesitates to answer. After a few seconds, he ran his hands into his hair, smoothening the roughness, "I'm done explaining. You're just a kid who can't understand anything, a homeschooled kid for that matter."

"What? Is something wrong with homeschoolers? Because as far as I know, it's students like us who even score higher on ACT/SAT according to a research I read on the internet."

"Don't flatter yourself, what you read is all a load of baloney." Adonis heaves himself out of the bed, now on his two feet. Or two ben 10 socks if I may say it precisely.

I watch as he bends over and picks his worn out sneakers before he begins to walk up to me, his eyes summing all of my figure in a quick look. He stops just beside my shoulder, "See you tomorrow," he leans in close to my ear, "Miss Ursula of civilization."

With that, Adonis leaves me alone in the ward room with my fried brain cells.

That guy is weird, isn't he, Lulu?

Maybe? But it doesn’t matter because our Mate is hot.

I mentally hiss at her, regretting why I even ask her. What does she know about hotness, she's never even been with a guy before. I meant I, have never. We have never. Yeah, but I do watch some stuffs on the internet when I get bored sometimes. With Lulu the pervert watching through my eyes and getting annoyingly excited.

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Sometime around midnight, I feel the excruciating pain in my stomach worsening. I can't stop turning around in bed, both my legs feel restless.

I rise up from my bed with the feeling of helplessness overwhelming me. I ate some boiled potatoes before going to bed last night. I usually eat twice a day, mornings and evenings because of my condition, the less waste the better since my kidneys are no longer fit to be called kidneys. I might've ate a lot more than I should. Now it's backfiring.

I take some pain medication from my drawer and swallow, hoping it will help subside my pain. I don't want to call anyone, no one can take away my pain. My life is my burden, not Sandra's burden.

Laying my back to rest, I close my eyes and try to dig into my thoughts to distract my mind.

Adonis.

That guys seems to be the one occupying a bigger part of my mind lately. He's such a total nutjob.

I smile to myself. He called me "Mine" under the influence of alcohol, I wonder what's going to happen when he comes for the lesson. He'll probably deny it.

I don't know for how long I stayed up during the night, but at some point, my thoughts becomes unclear and I feel myself slowly drifting back to a slumber.

The sound of a random knocking on my door wakes me up in the morning. I wipe off my drool as I spring out of bed and reach for the door handle. I turn the key and pull the door.

Sandra is standing before me, her hair looking so disheveled.

{And then you crave for lovemaking. Arguing itself is physiologically arousing.}

Remembering the Greek god's words of wisdom, I can't help but laugh at Sandra's appearance right now. I'm suspicious, even though she doesn't return a smile.

"You left the key in the keyhole, and you know what that means." Oh dear she goes again, nagging me, "it means that my own key is useless, I can't have an access to your room no matter what happens in there."

"It was just a small deviation. I forgot the key in there."

She sigh, "Do you even know how long I've been here knocking on your door? It's almost a quarter past 10:00am."

"Oops! I overslept, but what happened to you Sandra? You look really funny right now."

Sandra takes her eyes off as she walks pass me into my room, "You better stop keeping your tutor always waiting for you in the mornings."

What's that mood about? Oh? I'm so suspicious right now, did she and Lucas?

Anyways. Respect her privacy, Wendy.

"Has the tutor arrived already?"

"For the past twenty minutes, he's been waiting for you."

"Oh. I'll just brush my teeth and change. I'll have my breakfast after the lesson."

Finishing my quick morning routine in the bathroom, I change into a brown sweatpants and wear an armless crop top before I take my backpack.

I shut the door of my room, smiling and feeling excited to see Adonis. His drama sort of keeps my mind active even though I hate his guts.

As soon as I reach the ward room, I hear his voice talking on the phone: "Yeah I'm fine Mom, I'll come home when I'm done. Remember to feed my boy Asher."

I enter through the door and find Adonis lying on the other bed in the same way he did yesterday when he was drunk. One leg hanging out, and one arm over his head.

He drops his phone and rise up on the bed when he sees me walking in. He's wearing a dark blue sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt today. It looks so good on him.

"Hi, good morning," I say as I drop myself on the edge of the bed he sat on. I feel his eyes on me, he must be checking me out. I feel conscious about my looks.

"You're supposed to be here at 9:50am, wait for your tutor for 10 minutes. Not the other way around."

Should I just ignore that?

"I forgot to set an alarm to wake me up. Yesterday's party exhausted me." I say, in my defense.

"Always making silly excuses as if someone ordered you to go dancing around with boys." He scoffs, giving me the jerk attitude.

"So you do remember."

He mutters something under his breath while I focus on bringing out my textbook and materials. "We're done with Set." He says. "And we're starting with quadratic equation."

"Okay."

"You better keep your head straight. I will give you an assignment after today's lessons."

"Okay. Um, can I ask you one last question?"

"What's it again?"

"Who invited you to yesterday's party?"

"Sandra."

"But yesterday wasn't Sandra's birthday, it was Katy's birthday. Do you know Katy?"

"I don't. Sandra just called me yesterday that something came up. I thought it was very important, but it turned out she wanted me to attend that party."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"You didn't know and you didn't ask her why?"

"Look, we're not here to waste time on those off-topic conversations. You better just shut it."

Jerk.