Student from Hell

Ch.14-Extracting information.

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

One moment everything seemed fine, the next, I see Cassius standing, gesturing like crazy, and the look on his face, while he talked to Martin, told me he was angry as f**k.

He left the club so fast that I couldn’t catch up with him, and to be honest, it’s the first time I’m sorry that my Club is one of the best in New York.

Dejected that he left before I got to do anything else, and angry because even if it was dark and we were a couple or more feet away from each other, I could see that he was not only angry, he was tired, and not from tonight, he looked sad and frustrated, he looked down.

I find myself sitting next to Martin, who is not even acknowledging me, but looking into thin air with a look of regret and guilt all over his face.

“What happened?” My voice came out harsher than I intended, and he jumps a little startled but settles as soon as he sees that it was me.

“I shouldn’t have. I’m so damn stupid sometimes. No wonder I don’t have any friends.” His small voice is laced with self-deprecation, and his eyes get glassier with each word, but I can’t find it in me to feel sorry for him. He hurt my Mr. Bourne.

“What did you say to him that got him so angry?” I tried to remain calm and keep my voice low, but it was hard, knowing that he is the reason why Cassius got upset.

“I... I tried to convince him to... well, be with you and.. yeah.” I barely heard him thanks to his hands that cover his face, so I take them away to be able to hear him better in the future, and suddenly I’m not so angry with him anymore.

“What did he say?” I asked curiously, but he shakes his head.

“I can’t tell you. If he wants, he’ll tell you himself. I already f****d it up. I hope he’ll talk to me again. Damn, I have a chance to make a great friend, and I f**k it up. Typical Martin!” He wipes his tears with the back of his hands, and I start feeling sorry for him, but I don’t know what to do to comfort him, and I’ll be damned if I’ll hug him. The last person I hugged to soothe and protect was my mom, and she’ll stay the last forever ’cause I’m not planning on--- I’m getting off course here.

I can’t soothe him, but I want to know what happened, what he said about me, so after I choose my words wisely, I push a little.

“He will talk to you. He’s too nice not to. I mean, look at me. I f**k his brain daily, and he hasn’t punched me yet.” I said, hoping that these are the right words, and he’ll start spilling.

“Yes, but he likes you more than a friend. He doesn’t like me like that.” Hearing this has my heart pumping fast as Hell, and I try to suppress the victorious smile that begs to be released and remain serious, and push just a tad more.

I know I’m being an asshole, but I can’t help it. He’s telling me what they talked about without even realizing it.

“I don’t think he likes me that way. He made it pretty clear. So, he sees me as a friend as well. And he still talks to me.” I continued in a reassuring voice, and he literally pouts and shakes his head.

“Yeah. That’s why he’s so conflicted. Because you’re his friend. His gorgeous, sexy as f**k, friend, that he doesn’t want to f**k. No, he wants to play Monopoly with you. So don’t even compare our situations.” He finished with a huff and glares at me as if it’s my fault that Cassius is angry with him, and no matter how hard I tried, -and I tried a little-, I couldn’t stop the smile from finally spreading on my face, and after Martin’s sudden change of expressions, I think he realized what I did, and what he did.

“Now I f****d it up! I’m so damn stupid. And youuuuuuu,” He dragged the word in such a way that makes it very hard for me not to laugh, then pokes my chest with his index hard, but as soon as he did it, he mumbled something that sounded like ‘ouch’, then stopped from his rampage and looked at his finger, then at my chest with narrowed eyes as if I did something to hurt him, then he pokes me two more times in different areas but still chest as if to make sure of something, most probably to check if my chest is really that hard, -which it is thanks to all the lifting and fighting-, making me chuckle, and the sound was like a switch in Martin’s eyes because the angry and accusatory look is back and ready to kill me.

" You are mean and you take advantage of vulnerable people to extract information!!!” He exclaimed half in disbelief and half in indignation, and he looks too funny for me not to laugh like the ass that I am. Proudly.

“I won’t tell. I promise. Now cheer up. If you want, you can come to my Lounge, and tomorrow you can text Cassius and apologize. ” Although his eyes still shoot daggers at me, he seems to take my offer into consideration.

“No wonder that he calls you ‘Satan’!”I can’t help but laugh at that, and I can’t help to want to hear it coming from Cassius’s mouth because I bet that it would sound even better.

Ok, let’s not go so far. It’s not that it sounds good. It’s more like... I hate nicknames of any kind, -I don’t even like ‘Black’- but hearing Cassius’s pet name for me... well, let’s just say that I didn’t hate it. Besides, I like it also because it suits---

What are you doing?

My mind chastises me, and I shake my head and push away what the f**k ever strange thoughts I had.

“Come on,” I invite as I stand, and he follows me to our table.

I see Ryan smirking, and I know what’s on his mind. And how could I not? He told me all night long.

“Martin, this is Ryan, my best friend, and brother,” I acknowledged him as my brother without realizing it right away, but then I see Ryan smiling big, like the i***t that he is, and I figured it out.

I tilt my head towards Martin, reminding Ryan that we are in the middle of an introduction with the person that he drooled over all night, and the huge, proud smile turned into a smirk that said that nothing that’s in his mind right now resembles Holy thoughts, but he keeps eye-f*****g Martin as if to dare the Gods to tell him to stop sinning.

“A pleasure to meet you...” Ryan greets in a deep voice as he takes Martin’s hand in his, but not in a shake, but in a gentle grip with Martin’s hand facing up, then starts making small, soft, and slow circles with his thumb on his knuckles, making Martin blush like a Christmas tree in the dark, and I chuckle.

“M.me too. I mean, it’s a... pleasure to meet you as well. Too. Yep.” Martin’s small stuttering was like watching a frustrated middle schooler talking with his first crush for the first time.

I decided to give my place to Martin and let him sit next to Ryan, and take the big armchair that’s for when I want to be alone. When I sit on this, everyone knows to stay away unless I want them to.

But not before I lean and whisper in Ryan’s ear, making sure that Martin doesn’t hear.

“Don’t mention my name.” He slowly turns and looks at me with that perverted look and smirk that always manages to make me laugh.

“I’ll need details on that. All of them.” He said in his perverted voice while wiggling his eyebrows like a kid.

“What?!? I’m telling you, this guy will be the one that will put your ass on a leash.” He whispers this part, so only we could hear because he knows he’s dead if someone hears him say bullshit like this.

“Not in a bad way... just... I think he’ll be your last.” He tried to salvage the situation, but I just raise an eyebrow that says ‘really’? and he laughs.

“So you’re saying that I will die in the near future.” I deadpan, trying not to burst out laughing.

“You know what I meant.”

“I know, and that could be the only explanation if he’ll be my last. You know I don’t f**k twice.”

“No. He’ll be your last.” It seems that he couldn’t help himself, and I just roll my eyes and give up, knowing that I won’t go far with him.

“Now all you have to do is to sing that stupid K.-i-s-si-n-g. song, then buy us matching fluffy pajamas. Pink for me.“ I said in the most sarcastic voice I ever managed to muster, then sit down on the armchair, thinking and making plans.

The night goes by in a flash, and all I did was think of Cassius.

The fact that I know that he’s angry and upset bothers me more than I would like because I never really gave a s**t about other people’s feelings. Not since Mom died at least. But with him... I can’t help it.

Now I wish I would know where he lives so I could go and comfort him. Even though, I’m the reason why he’s frustrated and angry.

A/N.

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