He was already on his feet and was ready to run when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around with a hope that maybe Lucas came back but it wasn't Lucas.
Lucas was going to the gym when he saw Miles walking down the corridor. He can see someone was with him. He wanted to see who it was but he was called by the other gym trainer. He was standing beside the boy, but his eyes were fixated on Miles.The back of the other boy looked strangely familiar. It's like he has seen this back so many times. His back look just like..... ".....So, Lucas should I expect that you will take care of this matter?" It was just then that he realized that the other person is continuously talking to him, and he didn't even listen. "Ahh yeah....yeah. I will." He said still getting distracted by the view of Miles bidding goodbye to someone and shaking hands. "Should I give you the name or you'll just do it in gym class?" The other said, again pulling Lucas's attention towards himself. "Name?" Lucas didn't know what he mean. "Yeah. You said you'll take care—""What's the case. Brief me again please." Lucas cut him off. His whole attention was to the fading
" Aron Phoney " Lucas called and the boy with well-built body and almost 5'10 height step forward."Sir." He replied."Where are we Mr. Phoney?" Lucas asked."In the gym sir." The boy replied."If I give you one task will you do it for me?" Lucas asked so softly while adjusting himself on one of the table's corners."Sure sir." The boy replied."Do an elbow plank for me please." Lucas asked and the boy so confidently did it."You good?" Lucas asked and the boy nodded."Oliver Gallon." Lucas called one of the team-mates and the boy was quick to come forward. "How powerful do he look?""He is the strongest of our team sir." The boy replied."How can I believe it just because you are saying it. Get on his back." Lucas sa
"Hey." Willie said as soon as he sat down on the chair. He just finished the class and came out and got the message from Moura that he is waiting for him. Willie hasn't forgot the small physiotherapy he gave to Moura before class, the aftereffects were still present down there. "How was your class?" Moura asked him. "What happened to you?" Willie asked in return. "What?" "You never asked about my class. Why now?" Willie asked. He didn't get the reply, but he let it slide. "Where's Darrick?" "Why do you have to bring that fucker up between our conversation?" Moura no doubt gets irritated on the mention of his younger brother. "No, he was there when I came that's why I asked." Willie cleared his point. "I've sent him to make 50 rounds of football field." Moura told him, nonetheless. "50!" Willie gulped; his eyes were the size of soccer ball. "Fuck him. I called you here to talk about some very important matter." Moura was dead serious. "What happened?" Willie asked, both elbo
Lucas closed the door and turned on his heels to get back inside. His face decorated with the biggest grin. His expression changed as soon as his eyes fell on Miles. There he stood, hands dangling on his sides, eyes wide, unfocused and tears flowing out of them unnoticeably, his glasses slipped to his nose and teeth digging deep in his lower lip that was torn due to the pressure. Imagine a kid being scolded and beaten up by his father, how would he look? That's how Miles looked right now. For a second Lucas felt ashamed. No matter what, it was wrong, he or anyone in this world was not allowed to touch him like that. He basically attacked his self-esteem. But that moment was very very little as the memories of past took over his empathetic self. He remembered how Miles kicked him in face and dragged him inside, leaving him there on the ground like a dog. And the empathy was gone. "Aww, poor baby got hurt? Come on it's not like no one ever touched you." Lucas came toward him.
Miles was finding it hard to control his trembling body. He was holding his knees close to his body and wrapped arm tightly around his knees, but it wasn't working. "Everyone is a monster." Miles whispered. He digs his head deep down in his knees. "I hate them." Miles was tired of crying. That's all he ever did since he came here. "I shouldn't have ever left Daegu. I was so happy there, I was close to my brother, my family. I miss him, I wanna hug him and hide from all these monsters. They are scary. I'm scared. James, I'm scared." Miles had his eyes close shut, and his head was buried in his knees. "Cal......Cal is Moo a bad person? Am I not good? Why do people hate me.... why can't I have them as friends....why can't i....i be strong?" Miles hiccupped with every sentence. "Jammy, your baby bear is sacred. I want to......" Miles stopped as
The raging ringtone broke the silence of room and startled both sleeping boys. Christopher hardly moved, as he just flipped to his other side, placing the arm over his eyes to stop the light from penetrating. A small groan left his mouth, however. Miles was up as soon as the phone ringed. He was finding it hard, really hard to sleep already. Miles was quick to silent his phone before gazing at the screen for caller ID. Jammy. Miles didn't wait for a second and hopped off the bed. He didn't bother to look down at his naked body and in a second ran out of room. He didn't want to disturb Christopher, so he ran outside. As for him, this call was much needed for him. "Broo." Miles almost cried out. The single glance on his brother's name overwhelmed him. "Baby Boo. How are you?" James's voice was fresh as ever. "I miss you bro. I miss you so much." Miles wanted to say so much right now but only this came out of his mouth. "I know bear, we miss you too." Miles has never craved his
Christopher woke up at 7 am on the sound of alarm. The night was rather disturbed as compared to the others. He didn't feel like waking up. He just wanted to pull the cover up his head and sleep.He has no other option but to wake up. He pulled his body up to sit and used his hands to brush the remaining sleep away from his eyes. His gaze fell on the sleeping figure of Miles beside him. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. His one arm clutching the cover close to his chest and the other that was bandaged was lying straight on the bed. Bandaged"What might have happened?" Christopher whispered. The look that he saw on Miles's face yesterday was horrifying. Something terrible happened to Miles yesterday that is for sure. And then the call yesterday? Why was Miles crying? Yes, Christopher was awake and he was the one who texted James saying Miles miss him and he should call him. Well, he had to do something to force the truth out of Miles. But it didn't work. Miles didn't tell anyt
"For God's sake Moah, enough now." Willie said tiredly. He has been getting punished since last night. At first Moura did whatever he liked with his body and then after that he was like he doesn't even know him, he doesn’t even exist. "Get out of my face." Moura groaned as he walked past Willie and made way to couch, the same couch where Moura spent the last night. "I only did what you asked to me to do." Willie defended himself. "By kissing him? You got feelings for him. You fell for him Willie." Moura tried his best to contain his anger. He was fuming since yesterday. No doubt the little show Lucas presented him yesterday was good, but it didn't help calm his anger. "I did not. You asked me to kiss him to prove my loyalty, and I did." Willie almost cried. He loves Moura more than anyone, but he couldn't clear his own mind right now. No doubt he loves him, he got no one else in his heart, but he like the blonde: he wants to be friend with him, only friend nothing else. "Use you