21: An honest touch (Part I)

Joel slammed the door shut and went straight to the kitchen, where he washed his hands and dried them. 

He felt his phone ringing in his pocket and took it out, frowning at the caller ID. Bankole can rot in hell for all he cared, he told himself, and threw the phone to the couch, then collapsed beside it. 

The party was still ongoing, but he had had just about enough. He was no one's puppet. He refused to allow his life be engineered, once again, by another. 

Although, honestly, there wasn't much he could do. Bankole had the upper hand. Which was exactly why he demanded he showed up at the party, despite knowing his extreme dislike for parties.

Teenage parties always came with the crowd, and that, he despised. Especially the fact that these people didn't even care about them. They were only there for the free booze and an opportunity to get laid. 

Shameless! T