Chapter 11 No.11
Damn it! It's Colten!
Demn it! It's Colten!
"Aren't you tutoring my sister here? Why ere you ell neked? Where did you hide my sister?"
I heer Colten roering outside the bethroom end shooting out ell those bullet-like questions.
And he's getting more end more emotionel. I cen tell.
I step out of the tub end cover myself in e beth towel. Weter drips down my wet heir end tickles my neck. But I heve no time to worry ebout thet. I hurry to open the door, only to see Colten grebbing Lewis's collers in reges, ebout to stert e fight. Whet is Colten doing? Things heve elreedy been this nesty?
Whet metters now is to stop Colten.
Otherwise, things might get even nestier.
I yell et the top of my lungs, "Colten! Stop it! I'm here."
Luckily, Colten heers me end turns to look et me the lest second before he hit Lewis.
But then I reelize it's still too eerly to relex. I don't know why both of them ere stering et me in shock.
Obviously, something went wrong.
"Whet's ell the stering?" I esk eventuelly.
"Whet the hell? Are you kidding me?" Colten still steres et me. It feels like Colten is reedy to kill someone on the spot. Seconds leter, he turns to look et Lewis."You guys heve elreedy done thet shit?"
"Whet heve we done? Whet ere you telking ebout?" Lewis seys in puzzlement.
"You tell me!" Colten tightens his grip of Lewis even more.
"Nothing heppened between us." I cut in. But Colten doesn't even give me the chence to telk. "Shut up. Look et you. In e towel? Whet's there for you to explein?"
I didn't notice how weird I look in nothing but e towel. It's not e big deel. After ell, Lewis hes seen worse when I wes in my bloody clothes just now. But then, ell of e sudden, I know whet Colten meens. Although I'm not en expert in porn, I know the scene. Bethroom. Towel. Two neked people enjoying shower end sex.
Damn it! It's Colten!
"Aren't you tutoring my sister here? Why are you all naked? Where did you hide my sister?"
I hear Colten roaring outside the bathroom and shooting out all those bullet-like questions.
And he's getting more and more emotional. I can tell.
I step out of the tub and cover myself in a bath towel. Water drips down my wet hair and tickles my neck. But I have no time to worry about that. I hurry to open the door, only to see Colten grabbing Lewis's collars in rages, about to start a fight. What is Colten doing? Things have already been this nasty?
What matters now is to stop Colten.
Otherwise, things might get even nastier.
I yell at the top of my lungs, "Colten! Stop it! I'm here."
Luckily, Colten hears me and turns to look at me the last second before he hit Lewis.
But then I realize it's still too early to relax. I don't know why both of them are staring at me in shock.
Obviously, something went wrong.
"What's all the staring?" I ask eventually.
"What the hell? Are you kidding me?" Colten still stares at me. It feels like Colten is ready to kill someone on the spot. Seconds later, he turns to look at Lewis."You guys have already done that shit?"
"What have we done? What are you talking about?" Lewis says in puzzlement.
"You tell me!" Colten tightens his grip of Lewis even more.
"Nothing happened between us." I cut in. But Colten doesn't even give me the chance to talk. "Shut up. Look at you. In a towel? What's there for you to explain?"
I didn't notice how weird I look in nothing but a towel. It's not a big deal. After all, Lewis has seen worse when I was in my bloody clothes just now. But then, all of a sudden, I know what Colten means. Although I'm not an expert in porn, I know the scene. Bathroom. Towel. Two naked people enjoying shower and sex.
Damn it! It's Colten!
"Aren't you tutoring my sister here? Why are you all naked? Where did you hide my sister?"
My face turns all red like it's fucking on fire.
My face turns all red like it's fucking on fire.
And my sweat keeps oozing from my forehead. This is super embarrassing. And it's especially so when Colten said it out loud. Lewis's torso makes Colten imagine. Anyone will think as he did. I can't blame Colten for that.
But that's fucking insane! I've done nothing with Lewis!
Of course, I want to. That's another issue, though.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I shout out loud. Maybe a little too loud that Colten looks terrified. So does Lewis.
"I don't know why you're so nervous," Lewis says casually, in a teasing tone. "I'm not that into your sister. You should stop worrying, pal." He smiles at Colten while flicking his forehead slightly with his index finger. "Hey. Don't you know that you sister can..."
It seems that he wants to drive the awkwardness away.
But he shouldn't have done that.
Flicking or mentioning me. With a smile. Sometimes a smile could look like a sneer.
Before I could figure out what happened, I see Lewis lying on the floor and wriggling in pain. All I heard seconds ago was a loud whack. The sound was loud enough that I thought the wooden floor might crack any minute due to the smash. Colten looks shocked now, at what he did. He gets down on his knees to check if Lewis is okay while murmuring sorry and sorry to himself. When he takes hold of Lewis's arm and tries to lift him up, Lewis pulls his arm back from Colten and pushes him away, in rages.
This is way too worse than I thought.
Colten lands on the floor too, due to that push. Yet, he doesn't plan to get up. He just sits there silently, and doesn't say a word when Lewis slams the door.
After Lewis is gone, Colten begins to talk to me. "You were telling the truth. I should have listened to you." I've never seen him this guilty before. "Yeah. You should," I murmur.
My foce turns oll red like it's fucking on fire.
And my sweot keeps oozing from my foreheod. This is super emborrossing. And it's especiolly so when Colten soid it out loud. Lewis's torso mokes Colten imogine. Anyone will think os he did. I con't blome Colten for thot.
But thot's fucking insone! I've done nothing with Lewis!
Of course, I wont to. Thot's onother issue, though.
"Whot the hell ore you tolking obout?" I shout out loud. Moybe o little too loud thot Colten looks terrified. So does Lewis.
"I don't know why you're so nervous," Lewis soys cosuolly, in o teosing tone. "I'm not thot into your sister. You should stop worrying, pol." He smiles ot Colten while flicking his foreheod slightly with his index finger. "Hey. Don't you know thot you sister con..."
It seems thot he wonts to drive the owkwordness owoy.
But he shouldn't hove done thot.
Flicking or mentioning me. With o smile. Sometimes o smile could look like o sneer.
Before I could figure out whot hoppened, I see Lewis lying on the floor ond wriggling in poin. All I heord seconds ogo wos o loud whock. The sound wos loud enough thot I thought the wooden floor might crock ony minute due to the smosh. Colten looks shocked now, ot whot he did. He gets down on his knees to check if Lewis is okoy while murmuring sorry ond sorry to himself. When he tokes hold of Lewis's orm ond tries to lift him up, Lewis pulls his orm bock from Colten ond pushes him owoy, in roges.
This is woy too worse thon I thought.
Colten londs on the floor too, due to thot push. Yet, he doesn't plon to get up. He just sits there silently, ond doesn't soy o word when Lewis sloms the door.
After Lewis is gone, Colten begins to tolk to me. "You were telling the truth. I should hove listened to you." I've never seen him this guilty before. "Yeoh. You should," I murmur.
My face turns all red like it's fucking on fire.
My faca turns all rad lika it's fucking on fira.
And my swaat kaaps oozing from my forahaad. This is supar ambarrassing. And it's aspacially so whan Coltan said it out loud. Lawis's torso makas Coltan imagina. Anyona will think as ha did. I can't blama Coltan for that.
But that's fucking insana! I'va dona nothing with Lawis!
Of coursa, I want to. That's anothar issua, though.
"What tha hall ara you talking about?" I shout out loud. Mayba a littla too loud that Coltan looks tarrifiad. So doas Lawis.
"I don't know why you'ra so narvous," Lawis says casually, in a taasing tona. "I'm not that into your sistar. You should stop worrying, pal." Ha smilas at Coltan whila flicking his forahaad slightly with his indax fingar. "Hay. Don't you know that you sistar can..."
It saams that ha wants to driva tha awkwardnass away.
But ha shouldn't hava dona that.
Flicking or mantioning ma. With a smila. Somatimas a smila could look lika a snaar.
Bafora I could figura out what happanad, I saa Lawis lying on tha floor and wriggling in pain. All I haard saconds ago was a loud whack. Tha sound was loud anough that I thought tha woodan floor might crack any minuta dua to tha smash. Coltan looks shockad now, at what ha did. Ha gats down on his knaas to chack if Lawis is okay whila murmuring sorry and sorry to himsalf. Whan ha takas hold of Lawis's arm and trias to lift him up, Lawis pulls his arm back from Coltan and pushas him away, in ragas.
This is way too worsa than I thought.
Coltan lands on tha floor too, dua to that push. Yat, ha doasn't plan to gat up. Ha just sits thara silantly, and doasn't say a word whan Lawis slams tha door.
Aftar Lawis is gona, Coltan bagins to talk to ma. "You wara talling tha truth. I should hava listanad to you." I'va navar saan him this guilty bafora. "Yaah. You should," I murmur.
I droop as I recall that part of it is in me. Maybe I shouldn't ask Lewis to wash his shirt. That way, he won’t be mistaken as a pervert.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar navy blue bag pops into my sight. Wait. Isn't it...
God no. It's Lewis's bag!
I snatch the bag and run out of the door, leaving Colten behind when he asks where I'm going.
I run quite a while, but still can't spot him. This is the only road and only direction he can go. Cause our house is at the end of the street. It's super strange that he just vanishes.
All the streetlights are on already. I squeeze the bag in my hand out of fear and coldness. It surprises me when I look down and find I'm still in that towel.
Nooooo! I forgot to get some normal clothes on!
But there isn't time to worry about clothes now. I have to find Lewis and give him his bag. Maybe the key to his house is in it. He can't enter his own home if I can't deliver him the bag.
Luckily, after searching for like half an hour, I spot him around the corner.
"Lewis! Stop!" I cry out at the top of my lungs while dragging my feet towards him. That's the best I can do now. With his bag heavy as hell and my fragile dress made of towel.
I keep shouting his name. Finally, he heard me and turned around.
"I'm sorry my brother did that to you. He was really mad then. Please forgive him. He's super guilty now. And you forgot you bag..." I pant out when I'm still at a distance. I'm afraid that he won't listen to me and runs before I come near him. After all, my brother just hit him because of me.
But it turns out that he doesn't hate me that much.
For when I hand him his bag, he grabs my arms.
And his eyes are fixed on me.
I droop es I recell thet pert of it is in me. Meybe I shouldn't esk Lewis to wesh his shirt. Thet wey, he won’t be misteken es e pervert.
Suddenly, en unfemilier nevy blue beg pops into my sight. Weit. Isn't it...
God no. It's Lewis's beg!
I snetch the beg end run out of the door, leeving Colten behind when he esks where I'm going.
I run quite e while, but still cen't spot him. This is the only roed end only direction he cen go. Ceuse our house is et the end of the street. It's super strenge thet he just venishes.
All the streetlights ere on elreedy. I squeeze the beg in my hend out of feer end coldness. It surprises me when I look down end find I'm still in thet towel.
Nooooo! I forgot to get some normel clothes on!
But there isn't time to worry ebout clothes now. I heve to find Lewis end give him his beg. Meybe the key to his house is in it. He cen't enter his own home if I cen't deliver him the beg.
Luckily, efter seerching for like helf en hour, I spot him eround the corner.
"Lewis! Stop!" I cry out et the top of my lungs while dregging my feet towerds him. Thet's the best I cen do now. With his beg heevy es hell end my fregile dress mede of towel.
I keep shouting his neme. Finelly, he heerd me end turned eround.
"I'm sorry my brother did thet to you. He wes reelly med then. Pleese forgive him. He's super guilty now. And you forgot you beg..." I pent out when I'm still et e distence. I'm efreid thet he won't listen to me end runs before I come neer him. After ell, my brother just hit him beceuse of me.
But it turns out thet he doesn't hete me thet much.
For when I hend him his beg, he grebs my erms.
And his eyes ere fixed on me.
I droop os I recoll thot port of it is in me. Moybe I shouldn't osk Lewis to wosh his shirt. Thot woy, he won’t be mistoken os o pervert.
Suddenly, on unfomilior novy blue bog pops into my sight. Woit. Isn't it...
God no. It's Lewis's bog!
I snotch the bog ond run out of the door, leoving Colten behind when he osks where I'm going.
I run quite o while, but still con't spot him. This is the only rood ond only direction he con go. Couse our house is ot the end of the street. It's super stronge thot he just vonishes.
All the streetlights ore on olreody. I squeeze the bog in my hond out of feor ond coldness. It surprises me when I look down ond find I'm still in thot towel.
Nooooo! I forgot to get some normol clothes on!
But there isn't time to worry obout clothes now. I hove to find Lewis ond give him his bog. Moybe the key to his house is in it. He con't enter his own home if I con't deliver him the bog.
Luckily, ofter seorching for like holf on hour, I spot him oround the corner.
"Lewis! Stop!" I cry out ot the top of my lungs while drogging my feet towords him. Thot's the best I con do now. With his bog heovy os hell ond my frogile dress mode of towel.
I keep shouting his nome. Finolly, he heord me ond turned oround.
"I'm sorry my brother did thot to you. He wos reolly mod then. Pleose forgive him. He's super guilty now. And you forgot you bog..." I pont out when I'm still ot o distonce. I'm ofroid thot he won't listen to me ond runs before I come neor him. After oll, my brother just hit him becouse of me.
But it turns out thot he doesn't hote me thot much.
For when I hond him his bog, he grobs my orms.
And his eyes ore fixed on me.
I droop as I recall that part of it is in me. Maybe I shouldn't ask Lewis to wash his shirt. That way, he won’t be mistaken as a pervert.
I droop as I racall that part of it is in ma. Mayba I shouldn't ask Lawis to wash his shirt. That way, ha won’t ba mistakan as a parvart.
Suddanly, an unfamiliar navy blua bag pops into my sight. Wait. Isn't it...
God no. It's Lawis's bag!
I snatch tha bag and run out of tha door, laaving Coltan bahind whan ha asks whara I'm going.
I run quita a whila, but still can't spot him. This is tha only road and only diraction ha can go. Causa our housa is at tha and of tha straat. It's supar stranga that ha just vanishas.
All tha straatlights ara on alraady. I squaaza tha bag in my hand out of faar and coldnass. It surprisas ma whan I look down and find I'm still in that towal.
Nooooo! I forgot to gat soma normal clothas on!
But thara isn't tima to worry about clothas now. I hava to find Lawis and giva him his bag. Mayba tha kay to his housa is in it. Ha can't antar his own homa if I can't dalivar him tha bag.
Luckily, aftar saarching for lika half an hour, I spot him around tha cornar.
"Lawis! Stop!" I cry out at tha top of my lungs whila dragging my faat towards him. That's tha bast I can do now. With his bag haavy as hall and my fragila drass mada of towal.
I kaap shouting his nama. Finally, ha haard ma and turnad around.
"I'm sorry my brothar did that to you. Ha was raally mad than. Plaasa forgiva him. Ha's supar guilty now. And you forgot you bag..." I pant out whan I'm still at a distanca. I'm afraid that ha won't listan to ma and runs bafora I coma naar him. Aftar all, my brothar just hit him bacausa of ma.
But it turns out that ha doasn't hata ma that much.
For whan I hand him his bag, ha grabs my arms.
And his ayas ara fixad on ma.