Chapter 14: Luis’s POV

Luis’ POV

I put my phone on speaker before throwing it on my bed and reaching for a shirt to wear.

“I’ve been at home, where else?” I rolled my eyes as I grunted and pulled the T-shirt over my head.

“And what have you been doing cooped up at home when the exams are over? You really should have some fun and get yourself a partner before we resume for the next semester.”

“Well, I’ve been letting Garber cum inside me,” I muttered to myself as I adjusted the shirt and reached for a pair of grey joggers.

“What did you say?”

“I said there’s nothing fun to do anyway. I hated that stupid club you made me go to.”

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t even get to enjoy the party well. So many sexy girls came in after you left.”

“And how could I remain there after what Garber did? Calling me disgusting for being paired up with him like it was my own fault.”

I was soliloquizing at this point as I plopped my ass on the edge of the bed and picked up my phone again, but he heard me.

“Come on, they were only teasing. You could have really taken it like a man. I think Garber felt guilty and followed you to apologize, but when he came back, he didn’t talk about it, and we just had some banging fun. It was my first orgy, man. That guy knows how to have fun.”

I couldn’t agree more that Garber knew how to have fun—I’d experienced it firsthand. But what I wanted to disagree about was him going back in there after everything they said.

“How do you have fun hanging out with guys like that? They are too toxic,” I felt aggrieved and upset on behalf of Garber because of the circle he was keeping so close.

“Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry. My Chinese blood is strong enough to filter all the toxicity out. Or else, how do you think I was able to keep my good grades despite all of my partying?” He had a hint of pride in his voice as he subtly boasted about his extroverted and winning nature.

Well, I guess it was something worth bragging about.

“You manage because of the pressure at home. You don’t want to be kicked out of your family register,” I said, and he burst out laughing.

I followed suit, closing my eyes and just letting the laughter rake through my whole being.

“So, how was that? Do you feel better now?” he asked, and I found myself nodding between heaves.

“Yes, man. Thanks,” I smiled.

“Okay, so is your pops at home?” he suddenly asked.

“Uhn? Do you mean at home-home, or are you asking if he’s traveled again?”

“BOTH.”

“Okay then, well, he won’t be traveling again until next week, but he and his new family went out for family time,” I said. And if I was expecting sympathy, I would have been disappointed because of Chen’s answer.

“Good, that’s perfect. I’ll be at your place in five minutes. Leave your window open and get some whiskey from your cellar.”

“Whiskey for what?” He was talking too fast again.

“For games, duh! We haven’t played since the start of the semester, and with your dad away, we can be as loud as we want.”

“Ohh, okay,” I nodded and headed toward the cellar.

“Don’t forget to leave your window open. It’s a headache to ring that doorbell of yours,” he said and hung up.

Oh well, I guess I could have some fun and forget about Garber for the next five hours at least.

Upon returning with the whiskey, which took me approximately ten minutes to find amidst the other alcohol bottles, I found Chen had already set up the gaming area.

“Welcome! I got you some Snickers and a new zombie apocalypse game I saw on my way here,” he said as he handed me the bag.

I was so happy I almost gave him a hug, but I toned it down and slapped his hand instead.

“What was that for?” he whined as he handed me my headphones.

“Let’s just play the game, man. I’m so going to whoop your ass today,” I said as I sat on my gaming chair and swirled around, blood pumping in my veins, my excitement rising as he turned on the game.

**ARE YOU READY?**

“Yes!”

“Let’s go!”

Chen and I both shouted. The pure joy and anticipation for the kills we would make on each other’s team, as well as the excitement, made me forget all my sorrows.

Almost as predicted, four hours of playing games while eating chocolate and just screaming and having fun passed until I heard the sound of my dad’s car pull into the house.

“I killed you. Now we have a draw, finally!” He pumped his fist into the air, and I really just wanted to call him out because who in the world had alcohol while gaming?

“You make it sound like a draw is something to be proud of,” I shook my head at him as I peeked through my curtains to confirm my suspicion.

My legs felt weird from sitting for so long, but I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said.

“Not a ghost. My dad is back.” I announced and felt the mood in the room drop as he unplugged the speakers and turned off the systems.