Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

LUTHER I have turned my phone off because I don't want to speak to a certain someone. Bernice's confession has left me in shambles, and all I can do is pray that somehow, Collins Blackwood gets out of this mess. I can't even read, so I just decide to go straight to bed. This is one of those hot nights, and since my mum can't afford air conditioning, I am sleeping shirtless. It's a very uneventful night for me, until I heard something that sounded like a bird pecking on my window. What? In the middle of the night? Am I in some kind of dream? I'm home alone, needless to say that my mother will work till the early hours of the morning…I lift up the curtains and what do I know, Marlon is holding on to the wood just below my window.“Why did you lock your window?” He asks with a strained voice. “So that intruders like you won't come in and kill me.” I blurt. “What? I won't kill you. All I do is come to fuck.” I rolled his eyes. Of course Marlon Gustave has no decorum when it com

LUTHER The assembly hall has never been this filled up since I started attending Densberry High. Some of the students are used to hiding in the restroom to avoid the long and boring assemblies, but today is different.There was a previous announcement yesterday that Bernice Hudson would be addressing the school concerning her alleged assault case with Collins Blackwood, and everyone what to be there in person for the gist. I guess Marlon did fix it like he said he would, but perhaps he wants to keep me in suspense because he didn't tell me a single detail. Here I am, on the front row, sitting next to Bernice as she anxiously tap her feet against the ground. “It was those stupid Doctors,” she murmurs. “I knew it. I should have told my mother to transfer me or something.” I try to say a word, but she stops me. “To think I was going to say it was you who told him, but I refused to believe such. You and Marlon can barely stand each other, so that was like absolutely impossible.”

LUTHER I was just going to teach Marlon a little lesson for treating me so coldly, but what I didn't expect is for that single act to send both of us into the nurse's office. Marlon has suffered a very terrible black eye, and he can't even open it. It's growing bigger and bigger, like a ball. As for me, I had hit my wrist decelerating my hand after the throw, and it's throbbing so hard that I think I have broken something. Marlon and I are both in the office, on separate beds, while the young nurse takes turns to attend to us. The only good side to this is that I get to see the pretty nurse that advised me to strike Marlon with a brick when I first got to Densberry. Her angelic face breaks into a smile when she sees me. “Oh Lord, you are in here again.” “Hi,” I tell her with a small smile.She takes my wrist very gently and examines it. She doesn't even ask what happened to me. She is not judgemental at all. “Well, you have so much luck, my dear. Your wrist isn't broken,” sh

LUTHER “You are going to take that deal, Luther.” “Mum, I would rather die.” “Luther, listen to me.” My mother grabs my collar and pushes me against the wall. “I don't care how you feel, I don't care if it bruises your stupid ego, you are going to be his water boy.” I shut my eyes and try to desperately imagine this to be but a dream. Marlon's father steps out of the office and stops to stare at my mother and I. “Ms Jane?” He says. “Yes, sir.” She answers. “You've been here for almost an hour tackling what your son did,” he glances at his wristwatch. “make sure to remind the manager to deduct that appropriately from your wage.” My mother bites her lips down and nods. “Yes, sir.” He walks away, and at that instant, I wish I still have the puck so that I can use it on Marlon's Dad too. I now know where Marlon got all his annoying traits from. Maybelline appears with Marlon, her eyes full of pity for me. I hate it. “Sorry for how our father behaved, Luther. He's…” she stop

LUTHER “Hey, Gustave, what are you reading?” “Nothing?” I barely allow my teammate to glance at the book before snapping it shut. “What the fuck, Marlon. That looks like a handwritten novel. Since when did you start to read novels, man?” “Since now.” I mutter and go straight back to reading. He tries to make fun of me some more, but when he notices that I am not paying him any attention, he leaves. I have left the main locker room to the quieter, older one in the other corner that has been out of use for years. No one is ever here, and it's the best place to read something like Luther's dairy. Luther's dairy has been my fixation for days now. Even though I'm not that big of a reader– especially recreationally. It's a small book that he keeps tuck between his bedframe, and his mattress. I found it by chance, after we had sex, and I stole it. To be honest, I didn't even know what exactly I took with me– I didn't even read it immediately. I kept it on my shelf for days, until