INICIAR SESIÓN37. LUTHER The food suddenly tastes like sawdust in my mouth, and she notices it too. “I– i– I don't understand what you are saying, Maybelline. You said that you only wanted to buy me food.” “Yes, Luther, I did, and I also want to know what's going on between you two. It's alright, you can tell me anything. I'm your friend.” Tell her everything? Like tell her that her hunk of a brother is actually gay, and we have been fucking since the first week that I came to Densberry? Nah, I'd rather die. It's not my place. It's true that he hurt me by sending those pictures of him in explicit positions with some girls, but I won't do that kind of evil to him. Coming out was easy for my mother, it's just her, and there really wasn't anything she could do about it. She had to accept me because she wasn't going to be able to have another child (she told me that she would rather walk the street naked than to have another kid). For Marlon, it's quite complicated with his dead mother, macho
LUTHER Parking my car into the parking lot, I notice some of the students talking and whispering as they point to my car. Honestly, I get it. It's quite pricey for someone who lives in the most awful house, but I don't care. I grab my stuff and just as I am about to get down from the car, I mistakenly get into my messages and open the thread with Marlon. Yeah, he was acting really crazy after that game, and I stopped reading his messages after he called me an ungrateful person. He sent a bunch more, but I never opened them. Until now. My eyes widen as I see Marlon lying in bed with four other girls, and my head starts to spin. My hand is shaking, I want to stop staring at this picture, but I somehow can't bring myself to do that. He is fucking girls too? “Come on, don't act surprised, Luther,” I murmured to myself, wiping my hand over my mouth. I block him and slip the phone into my pocket. It's time for me to put an end to this thing with Marlon, whatever it is…God forbid
MARLON I woke up with the worst headache, and about four half naked girls in my room. The whole place is a mess. Jesus Christ. I stagger out of bed, my shirt is missing, but thankfully, my giant diamond pendant is still on my neck. I'm relieved. I immediately go into my closet to check on the rest of my jewelry. Thankfully, they are still in place. The last time I had a party like this, a bunch of stuff was stolen from my room, my dad's room, my sister's, and even some of the servants. Safe to say that my Dad gave me shit for it, but somehow, he was able to find people to track down and arrest the thieves. Everything was recovered. When I walk back into the room, I see my angry sister standing at the door with her hands folded. “Marlon, what the hell is this?” She asks me. “Yo, did you watch the news yesterday? We won!!” I raise my hands in celebration, but I don't have a single energy left in my body. “This place looks like a fucking morgue, Marlon. Many people have passed
LUTHER Everyone is celebrating, but I can't. My face is stiff from fear, and this fear is directed at Marlon. I saw the way he hit Taylor over and over again, and I must say that he's indeed his father's son – no matter how much he would like to think otherwise. To think that this is the second Fargo guy that Marlon has brutalized on my account. He would die in denial, but he was jealous. So jealous that he almost killed a good guy. Something baffles me though. How is he going to beat people up for having interest in me, but he would never claim me in public? This isn't the kind of situation I want for myself. Poor Taylor, they have to bring a stretcher in to take him out of the rink. I wish he would look at me, so that I will tell him that I'm sorry this happened to him, all because of me. “Well, we are definitely going to get sued for how Gustave messed up that boy.” One of the teachers sucks his teeth as he speaks to the coach. The man waves his hand to show that it doesn'
MARLON I keep skating in circles, waiting for the game to start, that's when William calls my attention to something. “Why the hell is Johnson talking to Luther Wayne?” I stop and turn around, straining my eyes as much as possible to see what he is talking about. All of us are. My throat constricts because my eyes are surely not deceiving me. Why is Taylor fucking Johnson talking to Luther? What the fuck is he doing?! We are all nosey, but I am boiling with rage seeing Luther smile like that. Barely hours after he poured his fucking cum over my pants? Hell no. “I'm gonna see what's that about, you guys stay tight.” Kit skates off and I don't try to stop him. On a normal day, I would have asked him to stop being nosey and let us put our mind into the game, especially when they are one point ahead of us, but I don't. I want to know what are the things so funny that Taylor is saying to Luther. Kit comes back after five minutes with a smile on his face. “So? What are they tal
LUTHER He laughs when he sees the fear on my face. “Hey, I don't mean it like that. I know you are his sworn enemy or whatever, but I'm asking because you are his water boy. If anyone knows where he is, it's you.” Oh, right. It was a harmless question. I thought our secret was out of the bag. “I– I don't know.” I look away. “I haven't seen him since I got here.” He sighs and looks forward. I hear more players starting to whisper to themselves about the whereabouts of Marlon. “Where has he gone to? He is not normally late.” “The coach is going to be very angry if he doesn't show up now.” “The whole of Densberry has come to see him and he is late? Damn, Marlon knows better than that.” That's when I start to take calculated glances at the entrance, because where the hell is he? The game is going to start, and if he gets benched, this game is going to end in a disaster. “Yaaaaaaay!!!” We all turn around, and what do we know, Marlon walks in, in his full gear and his stick rais







