Capítulo 22: "You know nothing,"
When Sky sighed for the third time in a minute, Chris could not help but turn to ask him.
"Is something wrong?"
Sky looked away from the window and faced him, asking quietly, "What could possibly be?"
"I don't know. You don't look too good."
He grinned. "I always look good."
"I'm being serious," Chris said in a serious tone, letting Sky know he was not playing around.
"So now you care about me, huh?"
Where was this coming from?
"I should," Chris answered.
"Why?"
"You are my roommate. And even though you are a jackass, you've been nice to me. You even got me a burger tonight."
"Everybody likes burgers."
"Not everybody gives others when they didn't even ask for it."
"You must hate me," Sky said out of nowhere, confusing Chris.
"Why would I hate a 'perfect' person like you?" Chris asked sarcastically, but Sky laughed.
This laugh wasn't the usual kind. It sounded kind of sad.
"Between the two of us, the only perfect person I see is... Chris." Sky pointed at him with wobbly fingers.
Chris scoffed. "You keep flirting even when you are drunk."
"I am drunk, yes. But I am not flirting. I wish... I was like you."
"What?" Chris asked, turning to look at him fully.
"Okay... where is this coming from?"
"Striptease? Pfft! I bet a lot of perverts want to see me go nude." Sky chuckled to himself and fell back on the seat, closing his eyes.
Okay... was he being referred to now? Chris wondered to himself.
Sky sighed heavily. "I wish I had the perfect body to show them."
"What? Are you kidding me?" Chris asked, laughing. Was this guy trying to annoy him?
"What other perfect body do you want to have?"
Sky opened his eyes, looking at Chris through a squint.
"It's cute that you think I'm perfect." He looked at him with a smile, but his eyes were sad. "I hate my body."
Chris frowned. "That's..."
"Shh! You know nothing."
The taxi stopped just then in front of their dorm, and Chris helped him out while looking at him the whole time like he was staring at an alien.
How could he hate his body? Was he kidding?
"Can you walk?" He asked Sky, whose eyes were still shut.
"I... can manage."
"Hurry then. They are about to close the gates."
Chris held his hand and tried to make him walk faster, but when Sky almost stumbled the second time, he draped Sky's hand around his shoulder and held his waist to help him move faster.
Fortunately, they were able to get past the gate while Chris gave the security man an apologetic smile.
It was a big job leading Sky up to their room. He wondered why the boy had drank so much. If he had not been around, how would Sky have returned here? Maybe his friends would have helped him, or he would have gone to sleep wherever he usually slept?
Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if Sky had told his friends that he was leaving with him because Sky hadn't taken anything with him except for his mobile phone, which was in his pocket. He wasn't even carrying the backpack he had taken out of the dorm with him.
When they finally got to their room, Chris helped Sky to his bed, trying hard not to just drop him on the bed like a log of wood.
When Sky's back hit the bed, he closed his eyes, going straight to sleep.
"Hey!" Chris called when he noticed that he was about to go to sleep like that without at least taking off his shoes and changing his clothes, which smelled so much of beer. Chris had noticed some drink from his glass slipping out and dropping on his shirt, so he got an idea why he reeked so much of beer.
When Sky continued to ignore him and just went to sleep, Chris sighed and bent down to help Sky take off his shoes.
Sky was one lucky lad. He never would have done this for anyone else. In fact, he was the one to even pour more drinks on them while they slept.
Surprisingly, he felt Sky's hand on his hair, brushing it out of his face. Chris stiffened and then looked up at Sky, who was propping his head up with his other hand, his elbow on the bed.
"The blue... is pretty," Sky said quietly.
God! Why was this boy tempting him so much?
Chris stared at his face, looking a bit lost.
Should he just confess to Sky about his sexuality so that the guy will stop flirting with him so much?
Chris swallowed and focused on taking off his shoes. After he was done, he shook Sky's hand out of his hair before he stood up.
"You should take off your sweater; it reeks so much of beer."
Sky fell back on the bed lazily. "I want to sleep."
"Don't be lazy. You won't sleep comfortably with that on." Chris pointed at his sweater before he moved closer to help him undress. But as soon as he held the hem of the sweater to pull it off, Sky held his hands down and opened his eyes fully, glaring at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked in an unfriendly tone.
"I'm helping you..."
"I didn't ask for your help." He said rudely and shoved him off, leaving a disbelieving Chris to just stare at him as Sky lay on the bed properly, covering his entire body with a quilt.
Capítulo 23: That's all?
"I AM SO FUCKING PISSED!" Chris yelled into the phone.
"Calm down. I know you are pissed, but this is affecting you more than it should." Wilson advised as he pulled the phone far away from his ears.
"No, it's not!" Chris snapped. "I was nice! I helped him get into a taxi, helped him inside the dorm, and even supported him until we got to our room, and I was about to help him take off his clothes when he suddenly pushed me away like a stupid ingrate, and now that I wake up, he's already out of the room without even an apology or anything!"
"Yeah, that is fucked up. But you need to calm down."
Chris ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He wasn't sure why this annoyed him so much, but he was very annoyed. No one had ever treated him like this before.
"I am not going to speak to him ever again! Even if he buys me a million burgers and apologizes on his knees, I won't. In fact, I am going to move out of this place!"
Wilson almost laughed, but he stopped himself and said, "You know what? I am going to show up next weekend, and we are going to have fun. Take a trip around your town and see things. You can hook up with people or whatever. Just have fun and forget about that stupid jock."
"He is not a jock."
Wilson laughed. "He does look like one. Damn! I can totally understand why you are so bothered by him. Dude is fine as fuck!" He said, referencing the video of Sky playing the drums that Chris had forwarded to him.
"Are you trying to piss me off?" Chris asked in annoyance. This was not the time to joke around. He was annoyed!
The door suddenly opened, and when Chris turned his eyes towards the door, he saw Sky enter.
Chris didn't bother to hide his displeasure when their eyes locked, and he threw his face aside.
Instead of going about his own thing, Sky just went to sit on his bed, crossed his arms, and watched Chris on the call.
Chris eyed him, wondering what he was staring at. It also made it awkward because he could not talk about Sky with Wilson now that the idiot was watching him.
"Let's talk later," Chris said before hanging up.
"What are you staring at?" He snapped at Sky, taking in his look.
Sky was wearing a red sweater with a hood and had his hair covered. He also had his nose stud, ear stud, and a couple of rings on his fingers. He wore black joggers and white sneakers, which he hadn't bothered to take off when he entered.
Wilson hadn't been incorrect. He was fine as fuck. And he smelled really nice too. Unlike last night.
What Sky had said last night echoed in his head, and he could not help but wonder why someone like him would say that about himself. He was a literal walking, wet dream.
"I'm guessing you weren't impressed by my behaviour last night," Sky said in a soft voice.
Chris simply snorted at him.
"Although I cannot exactly remember, I wanted to apologize."
"If you cannot remember, why are you apologizing?" Chris asked rudely.
"I know I drank a lot last night. I swear, I didn't mean to bother you. I usually do not drink much, and even if I did, I didn't want to push it on you and trouble you with taking care of my drunken self. So I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you last night."
"That's all?" Chris asked in disbelief.
He didn't remember rudely shoving him off when he tried to help?
"Did I... do or say... something... unpleasant, right?" He asked with a hesitant look on his face.
Chris looked even more annoyed now that he didn't remember.
He ignored Sky and plugged his airpod in his ears before he walked toward his wardrobe to do... nothing. He didn't even know why he went there.
Suddenly, he felt Sky's presence behind him, and immediately he turned around; Sky was right in front of him. That kind of startled him since there was basically no space between him, Sky, and the wardrobe door on which his back was resting.
Sky was too close. Very close.
His smell, his body, his lips. They were all right there in front of Chris.
He locked eyes with Sky, who was also staring at him.
He suddenly saw Sky's hand reaching for his face and didn't even make any effort to push him away.
Yes, he had promised himself he was not going to get himself involved in any entanglement but he couldn't help himself. He had a kind of love-hate relationship with him. Not that kind of 'love' but you get the gist.
And the situation was quite interesting because he was usually at the other end. He was usually the one who teased people—the one who made the move. It was never the other way around. And he was even a little taller than Sky.
However, when he thought Sky was going to touch his face, he reached for his ears instead and took off the left airpod before leaning closer to whisper, "Let's go out."
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