Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

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

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'

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

LUTHER Marlon and I sit awkwardly as Maybelline goes around, pulling the curtains together to make sure no one sees us. Once she is done, she smiles at both of us as she walks backwards to the door. “No fighting, okay? I will be back in exactly fifteen minutes. Be good.” As soon as she leaves, my hand goes to my chest as I exhale with relief. “You told me freaking sister that we were fucking?” Marlon spits at me. “She already knew, what was I supposed to do?” “I don't know, Luther, maybe try to deny it!” He yells even louder. It seems that he has forgotten that we are here because he needs to explain those silly pictures he sent me. Now, he has turned it around and I'm the one getting the chastisement? How?! “Fine!” I stand up to my feet. “Looks like you have better things to do than explaining yourself. Have a good day, Marlon Gustave.” “Hey, hey, hey,” he grabs my hand, his voice is a lot more gentler this time around. “Okay, I'm sorry for sending those pictures to you. I

LUTHER Solid Sterling Silver, and porcelain plates, are what Marlon has used to serve me dinner. My mother would absolutely lose her mind. She is a sucker for expensive cutlery and plates, but she never was able to afford them, and we have never been settled enough to acquire any. I feel like stealing a teaspoon and putting it in my pocket, to take back home to her, but if Marlon finds out, he might never invite me for anything ever again.“Is your car giving your any problems?” He asks, chewing lightly.“Huh?” I squint. I was so lost in my thoughts that I probably didn't hear him the first time. “Um, your car, dummy,” he gestures with his fork. “Any problem with it?” “Well, that's very unlikely, giving that it was like brand freaking new.” I answered, and he glared at me. “Do you have to be sarcastic with everything?” He mumbles. I bit down my lip, I didn't mean to be sarcastic, it just came out like that. “This is very nice, did you cook it by yourself?” I ask. “Umm…” he r