Chapter 07

MATHIAS

¿Cómo acabar con el monstruo?

I hear a voice in the distance calling my name, but whatever, I'm not getting out of bed. I want to keep sleeping, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Absolutely no one is getting me out of bed.

—GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!

I jump out of bed at full speed, standing in front of him. How does this guy dare to shout in my ear? Doesn't he know how to respect a sleep-in, or what?

—You're gonna make me deaf one day —I complain.

—Not deaf, paralyzed if you want. It's always the same, Mathias, I have to come to your room to see if you're ready yet.

—Okay, don't get so worked up, relax —I say jokingly, regaining my hearing.

—Relax? That's easy for you, but I'll take you at your word.

'Seriously? God, is he bipolar?' I head toward the bathroom, brushing past him.

—You'll be staying at Alpin Beau Soleil, and that'll help me relax.

—Wait, what? —I turn around to see his face—. You're joking, right? You do know you suck at jokes, don't you?

—Lucky for you, I'm not. You knew you were on probation these three days, but you didn't care, as usual. On Monday, you'll move to the boarding school.

—But I ca...

—I can. No discussion. I've warned you plenty of times, but you don't mature; you do whatever the hell you want. Besides, you knew it was a boarding school, and I pay extra not to send you there because it's mandatory. But this time you're not convincing me of anything, Mathias. Now have a good day, and I hope you're on time for school —with that, he leaves my room.

'I'm screwed, utterly screwed. What the fuck.'

My phone starts ringing; apparently, someone wants to give me a shitty good morning, but I have no clue where it is. I follow the sound—it's on the floor next to my bed. I grab it and answer.

—Good morning, my dear friend. You've arrived and didn't even come visit me, you fucking spoiled brat —it's the voice of the idiot I call a friend, Henry.

—Have you looked at the time, idiot? —he laughs.

—Looks like you're the one who hasn't checked, dear friend, you're going to be late for school.

—What the fuck are you talking about? It's only 6:25 in the morning.

—Are you sure? I thought it was 7:25, so maybe my clock is fast.

With those words, I look at the clock on the bedside table... it's 7:25.

—What the… what the fuck —I'm going to be late, God—. Talk later —I hang up and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower. 'Now I see why the old man yelled and almost made me deaf.'

I get out of the bathroom —'didn't even take 8 minutes'— quickly put on my uniform, grab my backpack from my desk on the other side of the room, leave my bedroom, and hurry down the stairs to the mansion's front door to leave.

—Mr. Mathias, you forgot something —Lala, the housemaid who's been here for years, holds a bag of food, making me turn back toward her. I hug her and kiss her cheek.

—Miss Laura, I've told you I couldn't live without you —I say, stepping away to grab the food bag.

—Yes, many times. Now go or you'll be later than planned.

I follow her advice and step out of the mansion. The car is waiting for me as always.

—Good morning! Sauel, could you please break the speed limit? —I say to the driver as I open the car door to get in.

Once inside, I open Laura's, Lala's, food bag to have breakfast while Sauel drives me to school. Luckily, he listens and speeds up.

No, how the hell did I sleep so deeply that I didn't hear the damn alarm? I only went to bed at 4 AM. 'It wasn't that late, was it?'

'Oh, come on, you know it was.' I can't even fool my own brain.

When I get to school, I run through the hallways. They're completely empty—12 minutes late. 'What the hell, I have no fucking idea what class I have. If it's math, I'm dead inside, given how I treated Nefertary's friend yesterday. That guy is just like my dad—strict.'

I knock twice gently but noticeably on the classroom door. Standing there is none other than Ms. Sarah, who opens the door in less than thirty seconds. I thank whoever's up there for this miracle.

—Good morning, Ms. Sarah —I flash her a flirty smile.

—Good morning, young Mathias. You're 12 minutes late. You love being late to my class, don't you?

'She's definitely my favorite teacher; she's not mad.'

—I didn't mean to, ma'am, it's just...

—Did you sleep through your alarm?

—Unfortunately, yes —I mutter, embarrassed.

—Alright, be honest, come in, and I hope it's the last time you're late to any of my classes, young man.

—Thanks, a thousand thanks, ma'am.

I pass by her and enter the classroom. I see Ibagon in her usual spot; she doesn't even look up when I arrive. It's incredible how easily that girl can fool people—they worship her like a goddess when she's just a nearly normal person. 'Why does she always stay so calm? That's impossible.' When I reach my desk —'thank the gods I don't have to sit next to an idiot and share space.'

—Alright, class, let's continue with today's topic.

'Hellish hours I'm going to spend, and it's worse than a reform school,' even though I've never been to one. Thinking about it... it is hell. 'Definitely hell.'

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Hellish hours done, shitty school, the most boring day I've ever had in history, and having to go home to do shitty homework is worse than Germany. It was so good there, but a promise is a promise, and unfortunately for me... I'm the type to keep them. 'I hate my life.'

Where the hell is Sauel? He's always the first to arrive, and today, when I'm feeling like shit, he decides to show up late.

A classic car from 1955 or '57, sapphire blue, is catching the attention of the few people at the school entrance. As it gets closer, I recognize who it is. 'Damn idiot, he's gonna pay for this.'

—What do you think of this beauty? —asks the idiot with honey-colored eyes and brown hair, parking the car in front of me.

—So it was you, the fucking idiot, right?

—Don't get mad, my love. I've missed you; you've abandoned me since you got to Switzerland —he feigns offense. If I compare us, who's more annoying? Definitely him.

—Stop acting like a pussy, Henry, you and I are nothing —I say as I get into the passenger seat.

—Am I not your only best friend who puts up with you in life?

—Whatever… now take me home.

—No, no, and no. I'm taking my boyfriend out to eat —I roll my eyes—. You're in a terrible mood today; glad I can put up with you —he says, starting the car.

—Whatever… New collection? —he smiles without taking his eyes off the road.

—Yeah, a 1957 Mercedes 300 SL Gullwing. It cost a fortune, but this baby was worth it.

—When are you going to stop spending money on useless stuff?

—But this is necessary.

—You have like 30 classic cars —he glances sideways at me.

—That's nothing, Mathias —not something a person who really needed money would say.

—Uh-huh, whatever. How was your first day at university?

—Excellent. There are some girls that are just delicious.

—I'm happy for you.

—And you?

—Me? About what?

—Well, how were your two years in Germany and your first days of your last year… any girl catch your eye? —there is one.

—Germany was excellent, and here, well, it sucks —I say without enthusiasm.

—Mind telling me why the dark mood?

—Because maybe someone's going to put me in that shitty school just because they're tired of waking me up to go to the institute —he laughs out loud.

On the way to the restaurant, that idiot didn't stop annoying me. I wouldn't have said it, but honestly, I needed to vent. He's the only person I know and trust in all of Switzerland, even though I've only been away two years and technically spent my whole childhood here.

When we get to the restaurant, we each order our food. We start talking about sports, cars… I notice some girls staring at us. Henry seems to notice too. I didn't care much because the girls seemed—or actually were—around 15 years old. We both like girls our age, 'sometimes a bit older.' These are way too young.

After that, we went to his mansion—in other words, his future mansion. I greeted his mother, Mrs. Smith. She interrogated me like I was her second youngest son. If it weren't for Helen—'Henry's older sister'—who took her away because she needed help with something I didn't understand or needed her opinion on, and since Henry abandoned me, I would've literally spent the few hours of the afternoon left with Mrs. Smith.

I went upstairs, turned right, then left, left again, and finally right to reach my asshole friend's room. Getting to his room is a maze, like the others. 'His dad is a very successful architect and wanted a somewhat fun house.' Perfect place for horror movie scenes.

—You're such an idiot! —I blurt out entering his room and seeing him at his desk, doing nothing. I go straight to his bed and lie down.

—I thought the conversation would last until tomorrow —I hate when I'm pissed and he mocks everything.

—Well, yeah, idiot, it would've. I thank Helen for saving me —he took a while to answer.

—Thinking about it, Helen always saves you from mom's talks; you owe her your life —damn right I do—. Changing the subject, tonight we're going to a party in a cabin up in the mountains —we're going… my opinion doesn't count—. There will be girls wanting us to fuck them —just saying the word 'fuck' lights up the idiot's face even more.

He kept talking about how awesome the party would be, which girls he wanted there and which ones not. All that time, I just stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, the image of those gray eyes mixed with a bit of blue came to me.

Where from? Where do I remember her from?

—How do you destroy a perfect person, or better said, a monster? —that question was for me, not Henry, whose confused face I can imagine.

—What the hell are you talking about? —yeah, completely confused.

—Nothing, it wasn't for you.

—Then who? The ghost in my room or what?

—Yeah, it's more useful than you, so yes —I muttered.

—I heard that, hey.

—Hey, I need to change clothes. I can't go to a party dressed like this, or can I? —maybe it'll work, maybe not.

—Don't change the subject, who, the Loch Ness monster? —definitely didn't work.

—No one.

—Do I look stupid to you or what, Mathias? —This time I look him in the eye with a half-smile.

—Of course you do —he rolls his eyes.

—It's time to start getting ready. The party starts at 9:00 pm, it's an hour and a half drive. As for clothes, you can wear something from my closet —he looks at me waiting for my answer, though obviously he already knows it—. Luckily, when you were with my mom, I bought clothes from a website you like —he pulls a package from under his desk and tosses it to me. I catch it successfully.

—Do you know how heavy this shit is… be careful next time.

—I'm sorry, little butterfly, hope I didn't break a wing —what an idiot. He definitely hates everything he bought me. If I had the power to change my style, I'd do it without a doubt.

He turns around and goes to the bathroom. 'His style is more formal, let's say through the roof, and mine isn't.'

While I wait for this man who looks more like a woman to finish getting dressed. 'What a mess.'

—Hey, are you going to a job interview or what the fuck? —I say while he fixes his hair looking in the mirror.

—Says the guy who's super basic, with his white shirt, black jeans, black leather jacket, and white sneakers —I roll my eyes.

—I'm just saying so you don't blame me later for being late. Is a jacket really necessary? Isn't a shirt and pants enough?

—I know this kills the girls, idiot.

—Yeah, sure… uh-huh.

—Did you call your dad before he comes looking for you like crazy to kill you for not telling him anything?

—Of course. I'll wait for you downstairs —I haven't done shit, honestly.

—I'll tell my mom to call your dad so he knows you're staying here tonight.

—But I told you…

—Please, Mathias, I don't believe that for a second —unfortunately.

I turn around and head straight to his door, leave his room, and wait for him in the living room. He takes 5 minutes to come down. He seriously looks like an old lady. Mrs. Smith appears in one of the mansion hallways walking towards us with a big smile on her face.

—Kids, where are you going at this hour?

—Mom, it's only 7:15 pm —Henry says, rolling his eyes.

—Please, Henrisiyo —she can't stop laughing—. I'm just worried about you, I'm your mother.

—Okay, mom', how many times have I told you not to call me that and… we're just going to a party that's half an hour away —what a fucking liar—. Could you call Ludwig's dad to tell him you'll be staying here tonight? Please, ma', you know I love you, right?

—What you are is a user. To get one of your favorites, you tell me you love me —this is funny, honestly, when Mrs. Smith plays the victim—. Besides, you're embarrassed for me to call you Henrisiyo.

—Mom, don't start again. You know I love you, even if I don't say it often —he kisses his mother's forehead.

—Alright, but don't be out too late —Is it really that easy to convince moms?—. You, Matihitas, take care of him, okay?

'Well, I don't mind being called that.'

—Yes, I'll take care of him, Mrs. Smith —I give her one of my biggest smiles.

—That's my boy. Henry should be a little more like you, learn to appreciate me. And Matihitas, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Mama Smith, huh? —I raise my hands in surrender.

—Here you go with your sermons again, mother. Poor Mrs. Ludwig must be turning over in her grave trying to take away her only son —I don't believe that.

—No, Henrisiyo.

He's totally irritated and I'm fucking happy.

—Let's go already! —he says as he walks toward the exit. I follow him, while Mrs. Smith —correction, Mama Smith— says that leaving her talking alone is very rude of us, that she never taught us that, and a few more sermons that make me laugh a lot.

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We'd been driving for half an hour, and I hadn't stopped smiling since we left the mansion.

—Then stop laughing like an idiot —that just made me laugh more since he was irritated. My friend, when are we switching roles?

—Just relax and think about how soon you're gonna fuck a girl at that damn party, eh.

—Oh, wow, what great advice, my friend, never thought of that —I said sarcastically.

What an idiot. I didn't bother him again all the way to that cabin where the party was because he'd probably kick me out of his car and then say I'm the annoying one. What a dumbass.

After a few more minutes—which felt eternal to me—we arrived at the cabin, which looked more like a mansion in the middle of the forest. There were no people in the parking lot, but music was playing from the cars parked there; apparently everyone was inside. I couldn't hear any party music either, so I figured the walls must have done something to block the noise. Stupid, if we're in the middle of the forest, who's gonna hear it?

I followed Henry toward the cabin entrance. Standing in front of the door, he rang the bell; less than a minute later, a muscular man who looked like security opened it. He gave Henry a suspicious look, which made Henry roll his eyes and pull a red ring from his pocket. The man nodded and let us in.

—Straight ahead and then a double left —the man told Henry.

—I know this cabin by heart, and you see me every time they throw a damn party here, and I still have to show you the fucking ring.

—Calm down, Henrisiyo, the man's just doing his job —he ignored me and went down the hallway. I followed like his damn pet.

The closer we got, the louder the sounds of people having fun and music became. This is going to get good, really good.

When we reached what looked like a huge living room—fucking hell—the girls weren't wearing much; more like super tight and short dresses. Others wore neon-colored lingerie that glowed in the low light.

Henry nudged me to follow him again like his damn lapdog. He pushed through the jungle of people until we reached the other side of the room where there was a minibar.

A black-haired girl, whose eyes I think were honey-colored, with an amazing body, approached us.

—Natasha, that black dress fits you fucking perfectly, damn —Henry said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

—I know, why do you think I put it on? —very confident in herself, she reminded me of someone, but don't think about that now—. He must be Mathias —she said while eyeing me.

—Yeah, that's me —I said.

—Nice to meet you, Natacha, or Nat, whichever you prefer —she extended her hand for me to shake. I responded immediately.

—Pleasure, Nat.

—Your friend is gorgeous —she told Henry—. Follow me, I'm gonna introduce you to some new friends.

She dragged us to a corner near the minibar where a small group of people, 4 girls and 3 guys, were gathered.

She introduced each member; I didn't pay attention to any names, just focused on the redhead with green eyes who had an angelic face. 'Would she be the same alone? I doubt it.' She checks me out every time she gets the chance. 'I'm such an idiot I don't even remember her name.' While the others talked about whatever, it was clear I was going to have a lot of fun tonight.

Forty minutes have passed, and the only one having fun is Henry, who's with Nat and two other girls, dancing and doing drinking challenges. I'm not going to waste time staying here like an idiot, obviously not. I made myself stand next to her, even if we were less than a meter apart.

—Hi, princess —whose name I don't remember at all.

—Hi, Mathias —she said in a seductive voice.

—First time at this place? —flirting mode activated.

—No, I've lost count of how many times I've been here —she sighed—. I know every corner of this cabin —she bit her lower lip.

—Do you want to...

—Follow me? —she cuts me off abruptly. I was about to say dance to stretch the night a bit, but if she's in a hurry, 'better not make her wait like the gentleman I am, right?'

—I won't object —my flirty smile comes out.

With that, she took my hand and led me away from the people whose names I have no clue about.

Behind her, I have an excellent view of her ass, and damn, it's tempting to devour it whole, no chewing.

We leave the party and head down one of the many hallways, which I'm pretty sure is not the exit.

—I confess I'm not wearing any underwear —she pulls me out of my thoughts.

—Well, I confess I want to make sure.

—Then follow me.

—I thought I already was —and it's clear that I am.

She stops at one of the many rooms in this cabin, opens the door with a key I have no idea where she got, eh.

She enters first and turns on the light. The room is basic, modern like any other, 'except for the Michael Jackson posters.'

It's obvious she organized the party or lent her cabin for it.

—A big fan?

—Huh? —she says, turning confused to look at me until I point at the posters—. Yeah, since I was 5 —a mischievous smile appears on her face—. But we're not here to talk.

She closes the small distance between us to kiss me. I respond without hesitation. She lifts her arms and lets them fall on my shoulders. This girl goes straight to the point, no time wasted. Her kiss is aggressive, full of lust.

I don't hesitate to drop my hands from her waist to her ass, which I immediately squeeze with my hands. This is fucking awesome. She lets out a moan. She couldn't take it anymore and pressed even closer to me. I can feel her uncontrolled breathing just like mine, both wrecked in seconds.

She lowers her hands to undo my belt, but she's not the one in control here. 'Sorry, princess.' I break the kiss.

—Stop —completely confused, her lips slightly parted. I hurry to say—. I want to confirm something first —her mischievous smile reappears.

—What? —just hearing that word you can hear the desperation in her voice.

—Take off your dress —I look her up and down shamelessly. I have to admit that black dress, tighter than ever, showing her perfect curves, fits her fucking perfectly.

—I'll do it if you help me —if this isn't mutual teasing to see who can hold out longer, then I don't know what the hell it is.

—It'll be a pleasure.

She turns around to face away, I push her hair off her back with one hand to reveal the zipper, and slowly unzip it.

Still facing away, she slides one strap off her shoulder, exposing more of her back. She does the same with the other strap, and the whole dress falls to the floor. She definitely wasn't lying when she said she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I kiss the left side of her neck with little bites that make her let out small moans. Her gaze meets mine, but my eyes stray to her lips. She kisses me, I just accept the kiss with no objection, letting her take the lead. It's an aggressive kiss, full of desire. This time she breaks the kiss.

—Satisfied? —she says barely a whisper.

—Not yet —my breath is a mess, as much as my voice, which sounds unrecognizable.

—Then, will you let me satisfy you? —I just nod, so she turns to face me again and kisses me once more. As she tries to take off my clothes, in a few minutes we're both naked and lying on the bed. 'No clue how we got here, what hunger to fuck someone makes you do.'

She has huge breasts I want to devour, and obviously, I'm gonna do it. The one in control here is her; I won't oppose it at all. This girl whose name I don't remember and don't give a damn about right now is on top of me, nibbling my neck, moving down to my abdomen, while one of her hands goes to my member. Fucking hell, she starts moving it up and down.

—You'll be the happiest man tonight, I promise —from this position, she looks damn sexy.

This is better than all the fucking drugs in the world. She stops moving her hand and takes it to her mouth. Some moans escape me, which seems to excite her more as she chokes a little. We haven't reached the damn orgasm yet, and I feel like I could rot in hell right now. The game has just begun.

Author:

Who said being “perfect” is boring? Here the monster is just waiting for the right moment to unleash chaos and devour you alive. Mathias thinks he controls everything, but you’ll see how his life goes to hell when desire and darkness mix without brakes.

And you, what would you do if they threw you straight into the game with a kiss and you end up in a night you won’t forget for better or worse?