Part 15
1672 Words
Time flies faster on the rest half of the day. I spend my last period texting with Ivan until the class is over. When the bell rings, I receive his last texts.
Want me to spend the night at your place? -Ivan
'Do you cook?' I send my reply.
What kind of question is that? You know better what I am capable of. -Ivan
'Okay, thanks for the offer then. Maybe next time.'
What does cooking have to do with our night fun? -Ivan
I ignore it and start collecting my stuffs before rushing out of class and heading to my locker. What does cooking have to do with the night fun? Nothing. But sometimes I just miss my mother. She used to make everyday meals for me, no matter how wealthy we are to just simply hire a cook. My mother really loved cooking. She practically made it like a habit to always cook for me, while my father was too busy to be at home for dinner or even having breakfast together. And of course, ever since the deadly accident that took them both at a same day, no one has ever cooked for me anymore. I mean, really cook for me, like my mother did. Unlike Ellie, my maid, who cooks simply because it is her job to serve her master, or because I pay her to. It feels different, at least for me. Ah, I really have to stop thinking about it. It will only cause me to miss my mother more badly.
Suddenly, someone's body bumping against mine. So hard until my books drop and scatter on the floor. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry." Says the boy, who isn't cute enough to meet my liking. He starts picking up my stuffs.
"Look where you were going, b***h!" I bark. I know he is probably in a hurry. But that doesn't mean he can run around the hallway and clash into me. So, don't expect me to be polite with him. I'm like 'an eye for an eye' type of guy. I don't let things go easily and I'm not easy to please.
"Here." He gets up and hands me my stuffs he has collected. "I'm sorry. I didn't-"
I walk by him after taking the stuffs he hands me. Leaving him before he manages to explain his reason. I don't need to hear anything from him. I'm not interested. I keep walking even when he shouts out his sorry.
Once I reach my locker, I see Mikey is already there. From the way he is smiling, I know he has been waiting for me.
"Hey, Mi." I smile at him. Putting all my books in the locker.
"Do you have plan for this afternoon?" Mikey asks with his childish tone of voice. He does that sometimes, and he thinks that's cute. I don't really get it but I know that his ass is quite good. I tasted it last night. Yes, I'm the type who can just ask someone I just met into my bed. Because I know no one in their right mind would ever reject me or whatever I have to offer. Damn, I ride a Porsche to school, who would say no to me?
"No, I don't."
"Would you like us to hang out again?"
I close my locker before I face him. "Very interesting offer. But probably another day. Okay?" Don't get me wrong, Mikey is cute. Slightly wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, pout lips, good skin tone, not as pale as mine. Everything's good about him, but I don't want him to think that he has a chance in me. And I don't like clingy boys.
He nods. "Okay. No problem." He checks his phone after it buzzed. "I think I should go now. My mom is on the way to pick me up. She's already close."
"See you, Mi."
"Anyway, thanks for the poster." He smiles at me before finally going away. I reply him only with a chuckle.
Actually, it's very uncommon for me to spend my evening at home alone. But I'm just not in the mood to have Mikey or Ivan for company. I don't know why. So, I guess I don't have other choice beside dealing with my soon-to-come lonesome night. Well, maybe I should just drive around this town to find some nice clubs where I can have some fun.
I walk out of the school building and head to the parking lot. There are some guys walking by me, laughing with each other. I recognize them from Ethan's group. The infamous bully group. The as$holes. Fortunately, they don't act stupid this time, if not I would have end them right the f*cking now. I let them pass and continue to find my car. Suddenly, for the second time of the day, someone bumps into me. And this time, he makes me drop my car keys.
"b***h!" I bark noticing that my keys have dropped under someone's car.
"I'm sorry, William." He says weakly.
Wait, that voice. I look up to those pair of sky-blue eyes which seem to have stopped themselves from crying a while ago. "Louis?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." He reaches down to pick up my fallen keys. But I grab his arm, not allowing him to do that. I can be such a gentleman, yes of course. I was raised in respectable family.
"It's okay. I'll get it." I crouch down to grab my keys. When I get up, I observe him carefully. He looks uncomfortable with that, so he drops his gaze down.
"Sorry, I-I was looking for you." He stutters.
I lift his chin and cast a worried face. "Were you crying? Is that cut on your forehead? Is this blood on your bottom lip? What happened to you?" I don't know if I like him but indeed, I feel worried for him. It's like my protective senses are awaking whenever this pretty baby is around. Or perhaps it's a mere pity.
"I-I'm fine, It's just-"
"Don't f*cking 'I'm fine' me!" I snap. He jumps at my rising tone of voice. Noticing that I may scare him, I calm myself down a little bit. "I expect you to be honest with me. Please Lou?"
He looks down again as my hand leaves his chin. "I need your help, William."
"What is it?"
"Can you drive me home? Please?"
What? Did I hear it right? My baby just asked me if I could drive him home? Hell, I will surely take him around the world if he desires to. "Of course. But why? I mean, I thought you never ask."
"I don't have a car. Tim usually gives me the ride every day. But this time, he just can't. He has a discussion to attend with his study group. And I can't take bus with this- uh- state." He points at his freshly-beaten face.
"You haven't told me. What happened to you? Did somebody beat you up?"
He nods softly. "Ethan's guys. They were not satisfied enough with just throwing me to the dumpster at lunch break, so they beat me up as the school's over."
My anger boils as I hear his answer. I have to take care of those bastards immediately. I can't just stand still and do nothing while I know Louis is experiencing a nightmare high school. I want Louis to feel safe with me around. But what did I do when he was thrown to the dumpster at lunch break? I wasn't there for him. I was even with Ivan doing- Oh, s**t. A strange knot twists in my stomach. The feeling of guilt.
No. This was not my fault. It was Ethan's and his as$holes of friends. And I will make them pay for it. I turn around, ready to go back and find all of them and beat them until they beg for mercy.
"William, wait!" Louis is trying to stop me by holding one of my arms.
"I'll beat them to death if it's necessary." I grit my teeth when I say it.
"No, please stop, William. I'm okay."
"No, you're f*cking NOT!!" I shout at him.
He takes his hands off of me and his eyes start watering again. Oh s**t, I scare my baby. I collect him into my hug. His shoulders are shaking.
"Sshh, don't cry, Lou. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm sorry."
"Please just drop it." He begs me to just let this matter go.
"But-"
"Please just take me away from here. Please." He starts sobbing.
What have I done? I've made him cry. "Okay, okay. Come on." I guide him to my car and open the passenger door for him. Once I settle myself on the driver seat, I take his hand and hold it between my both hands. "You can't go home like this. Your parents will be worried."
"I know. But maybe I can sneak into my room before my mom sees me."
"Maybe?"
"Well, I'm not sure because my mom usually leaves the front door locked even when she is at home, so that she knows when I and my dad come home."
"No chance then."
Knowing my conclusion is right. He falls silent.
"Okay, now, text your mother. You're not going home until after dinner."
"What?"
"We're going to my place. And we fix you there before I drive you home."
"But-"
"Do it, Lou." I start the car and pull it into the driveway, heading home. I glance at Louis. He has done texting his mother but he looks anxious now. "Believe me when I say you have to listen to what I say. I know what is good for you." I speak with a notably low and deep voice.
I know he can easily catch the compelling tone in my words. But it doesn't matter since he nods anyway. He has overcome it pretty soon. And in no time, he will get used to it.
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