Chapter Four

“Never take the blame for how someone mistreated you” – Khalilah Velez.

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“You look exhausted”, Kyrian looked at his friend, worried. Their class just ended, and Eric lazily putting his things in his bag. “Did you work late?”

Eric hummed, “that brat wanted to go clubbing”.

“Seriously?” Kyrian gasped, “I always begged you to go clubbing with me, and you always said no. Now, when Mister says it, you don’t hesitate”, he crossed his arms and looked away.

“Well, Mister Kyrian doesn’t pay me to go to club”, Eric imitated his friend’s voice, earning a nudge on the arm.

“How is he, by the way?”, Kyrian asked, “is he like those bratty, spoiled rich guys in dramas?”

“He’s mostly stupid”, Eric chuckled, “his friends take advantage of him, and he is turning a blind eye.”

Kyrian laughed, “with that money, he must have a lot of girlfriends.”

“More like boyfriends”, Eric mumbled and left the classroom.

“Wait, he’s gay?” Kyrian widened his eyes and tried to catch up with his tall friend.

“I suppose he is”, Eric shrugged, “we went to a gay club last night, plus he was making out with a guy during the whole night.”

“Damn!” Kyrian whistled, “I guess I need to make friends with your boss”, he laughed, “I don’t have anyone to go to gay clubs with”, he pouted as he looked at Eric.

Eric smiled and put his arm around his shoulders, “sorry that I’m a husband and a dad.”

“Boring”, Kyrian rolled his eyes, They both stopped walking when they saw some students hurrying downstairs to run outside.

“What the hell is going on?” Eric mumbled and headed closer with his friend.

“Now that’s a crowd”, Kyrian exclaimed when he saw a bunch of people gathered. They approached until they heard yells and groans.

“There’s a fight”, Kyrian chuckled and hurried to join the crowd. Eric rolled his eyes and followed him lazily. Two guys were insulting and throwing fists at each other. Eric usually didn’t care about other students’ business, but when he moved closer and saw who was fighting, his eyes widened.

“No way”, he muttered and let out a scoff when he saw Harry pushing the other guy to the ground.

“Will you stop provoking me?!”, Harry shouted, and the other student burst out laughing.

“It’s not my fault you’re so sensitive, Harry”, he smirked and wiped the blood out of the corner of his mouth, “your daddy didn’t raise you to be a tough man”.

“Don’t you dare speak about my father!” Harry clenched his fist and glared at the boy before him, who apparently enjoyed seeing him getting furious.

“Come on, Harry”, he rolled his eyes, “everyone knows he doesn’t care about you. That’s what my dad always says”, he laughed, “you’re just his bastard anyway”.

Harry didn’t wait for him to continue speaking before pushing him to the ground again and started punching his face. People gasped, and others recorded the fight. No one tried to stop them. The boy put his hands on Harry’s chest and violently pushed him away. Then, he stood up, and was ready to kick his stomach when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. He turned around, ready to yell at whoever dared to stop him and found Eric looking at him with the deadliest eyes.

“Who the hell are you?”

“His bodyguard”, Eric answered, expressionless.

The boy scoffed, “his bodyguard, my ass”.

Eric ignored him and extended his hand for Harry, “are you alright, sir?”

Harry looked at him in confusion for a moment, then he took his hand and stood up. Eric let go of the boy, and instead, he checked Harry’s face and arms to see if he was injured.

“You weren’t joking”, the boy looked at Harry in confusion, “I thought all your bodyguards were old men”, he said to Harry, “you got yourself a young one? Have you fucked him yet? He laughed, but it didn’t last long when Eric glared at him. The boy’s smile faded as his senior was intimidating.

Eric dragged Harrry away from the crowd and looked for Kyrian, who waved his hands at him, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” he shouted, “I need to get him home!”

“Okay!” Kyrian gave him a thumbsup and ran to catch the bus. Eric saw Henry’s car parked at the entrance, and he pulled Harry’s wrist and they both started walking toward the car.

“It hurts”, Harry complained, but Eric didn’t care about him.

Henry opened the door and bowed, “good afternoon, young master”, he didn’t seem bothered by the blue and black colors on his cheeks and the blood around his lips, as if he was used to seeing him in this state.

Eric sat in the passenger seat and let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Henry chuckled.

“I’m questioning my life choices”, Eric muttered.

Henry laughed and squeezed his shoulder, “life isn’t so bad. You could’ve gotten worse”.

“Worse than this?” he raised an eyebrow and pointed at Harry, who was silently sitting in the back, “who the hell was that guy anyway?”

“I bet it’s none other than Hunter Night”, Henry sighed, “he always gets into fights with the young master.”

“Hunter Night? I’ve heard that name before”, Eric rubbed his chin.

“His father owns the largest Hotel chains in the continent. Hunter often organizes events and parties. He’s quite famous among celebrities and the upper class people.”

“I see”, Eric hummed and looked at Harry through the mirror, “why did you fight then?”

Harry only shrugged and didn’t answer the question.