CHAPTER 11: Isn't It Suspicious? (II)

Eric P.O.V

I closed my left eye and aimed my arrow in the center of the dart. I assumed it was Skylee face. I focused on my target and threw my arrow towards it. And it flawlessly ended in the middle of the red spot.

"Hah! Bingo!" I exclaimed loudly, although it wasn't the first time I aimed perfectly but the face of the assumed person gave an unnecessary happy feeling.

We were spending our evening time in our favorite place – in the game room. Zack was immersed in his phone for the last hours. When he put his phone aside, he deeply rather dramatically sighed. Then he leaned back on the couch and looked at me, "All settled. Just like you asked."

"You're useless," I scolded, glaring at him.

"Indeed you're, bro," he said, waving off his hand at me. I rolled my eyes.

"It has been so many days and you're still unable to tell me anything," I said, picking an arrow again. "How difficult it is to find a few personal details of her?" I aimed the arrow and it again ended in the center of the dart. For a moment, I wondered how it would feel like if it was Skylee rather than a dart, then again, it wouldn't be me then, aiming the arrow right at the face?

"Like how many days?" Zack said irritatedly. I angled my head to look at him. He dramatically counted on his fingers and said, "Look! Barely three days."

I gave him my warning look 'do-not-mess-with-me-right-now' when I was already angry to the extent of exploding.

Today, she crossed all limits. I never expected her reaction would be so wild. No one did something like this before with me but she was nothing like anyone, she was so different than other girls. I was so angry at her when she ruined my work. But after some time, I was so amused. Then again angry at myself for not being angry at her but amused. God, my fucking brain was so fucking confuse right now.

I looked back at Zack as he sighed, "Look, Eric, I already told you. She is someone special. Her information is highly confidential. I've already used my all connection and now I'm going to use my Dad ones. I just hope he won't find out that I'm spying girl information through his connections." He winced, "It would be a disaster."

I couldn't help but laugh at my poor friend. Zack was the son of a millionaire: a well-known name of New York. Well, he had everything in his house and that piece of shit spend 365 days in my house. The fact was simple, he couldn't get along with his father. After the death of his mother, his father became an emotionless business person and he ended up as a rebellious child.

"Don't laugh!" He threatened, pointing his index finger at me. I coughed to clear my thought as I said, "I wish he will."

"You..." He launched at me as we both ended up on the rug. We punched and kicked each other until we both were out of breath. Then we lied on the rug for a moment to catch our breaths when I noticed something missing.

"Where is Owen?" I asked.

"Last I remember he was with us," Zack said.

"I'm still here," came his voice from somewhere near us.

We both sat up and looked at him.

"Whooo! What happened to you?" I asked shocked at my friend's appearance. He was sitting on over a stole in front of the bar. His gaze was fixed outside the glass wall. His eyes seemed so distant. He twirled the glass of whiskey every now and then. I felt bad for him. His facial expressions were so stoic and his almost black eyes looked so empty of life.

"Why he is mourning like a widow?" Zack chuckled but I elbowed him. He looked at me and I gave him a 'shut him' look.

"Dinner is up!" Rosalyn appeared in the door frame as she smiled at us.

"You made it?" Zack asked with a lovey-dovey look on his face.

"Nope... But what you guys are doing down there?" She looked at us with a confused look, because we were still on the floor and were sitting so close to each other. I grinned when a mischievous idea came into my mind. I snaked my arm around Zack's neck and tried to kiss his cheek when he punched me on my stomach and I backed off, groaning. He instantly stood up.

Ouch! Idiot!

"Seems like you need to tighten some loose nuts of your brain." He grunted too annoyed, and from groaning in pain to I burst into laughter.

"Eww! You guys are insane," Rosalyn said with a disgusted face while Zack picked a pillow from the couch and threw it at me, but I was too busy laughing my ass off.

"Anyways, I'm hungry. What did you make?" Zack asked as he turned towards her and looked into her eyes. I didn't miss the way their eyes sparkled every time they looked at each other.

"I didn't make anything, I just simply ordered." She shrugged not breaking eye contact.

"That would be great too as long as you've ordered it." Zack grinned and she giggled. While I palmed my face and stared at them. Stupid Lovebirds!

But on a serious note, I really don't mind the thought of both of them together. Yes, I would really mind the thought of my sister being hurt by him and then I would make sure that he could never use that every stupid part of him again, on any other girl, but I knew he would never break my sister's heart. I knew I could trust him in the matter of my sister because he better knew the consequence of hurting her in any way.

My poor friend Zack had the biggest crush on my sister since grade school but last year that crush changed into love yet my sister was still giving him a hard time by not accepting neither rejecting. After all, she was my sister, duh!

While they both stared at each other in silence like lovesick birds, I picked the same pillow he threw at me earlier and chucked towards him. They both turned towards me with the same angry blazing gaze. I grinned and said, "Sorry to burst your bubble of all lovey-dovey trance but I'm really hungry. Am I going to get something to eat?"

"Ah, I remembered, care to explain to me since when did Helen become your girlfriend?" She asked as she glared at me angrily.

"She is not my girlfriend. That poor girl just has a crush on me," I said and clenched my eyes, regretting the very next moment of spilling such nonsense. I looked at Owen who was still gazing outside.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, apologetically looking at him.

"I don't care anymore," he carelessly replied but I knew deep down he still cared.

Sometimes, my heart ached for him whenever he got this kind of emotional attack just because of Helen. Helen used to be a part of our group. She was Owen's girlfriend. They were a golden couple from our school and were madly in love with each other. But just like every mad possession had a heartbreaking ending, their golden relationship also converted into something as cheap as plastic. It was the worst day of last year when they broke up and chose different paths. But the thing was Owen still love her.

Rosalyn stepped towards him, pulled the stool beside him as she sat on it while Zack followed behind her and stood beside her. In everyone's eyes, Trio were the coolest kids of the school who just pranked and bully and who had no worry, and it was true as a matter-of-fact but we had lots of things to deal with, too. Not every story had just one side.

"What happened?" Rosalyn asked softly.

"It's nothing," he shortly replied.

"Come on. You're worrying us." I snatched the glass from his hand and earned a glare from him. When I didn't give him the glass back and glared back at him, he just heaved a long sigh.

"Stop worrying about me. And do something about that new girl in school. She is actually a pain in the ass. Because of her, Trio's reputation could be ruined and that's the last thing I want to happen before our last year ends," he said. I nodded. While Zack and Rosalyn exchanged looks.

"Could it be possible she is related to the underworld? Maybe mafia or something else?" Owen said and I almost choked the air. And that's called the after-effect of too much alcohol.

"What?" Zack and Rosalyn said in union.

"No. That's not possible. How can you even think like this?" Rosalyn said.

"Why are you even thinking about her?" Zack added.

"Guys, it's just a guess. Haven't you noticed? Her attitude, the way she acts and reacts. She doesn't care about anything. I have seen those bodyguard who stays outside the school all the time while she's inside the school. It seems like they stay with her 24/7. Isn't it suspicious? Only those people who have life threats keep bodyguards with them like this. It's very odd. And the thing her personal information is so confidential only proves my point more." He reasoned out so reasonably that made us thought about it.

She was indeed so oddly brave, with a lot of attitude, rudeness, boldness yet she was so beautiful and a bit short-tempered too. Her long black hair with dark emerald eyes who always held arrogance in them, her little arrogant pointed nose with cute kissable lips, not to forget her white flawless skin. Damn! I felt my heart rate increased even at her thoughts.

Even back then, I literally felt electric shocks when I was holding her wrist angrily. I was sure there would be red marks printing my fingerprint on her flawless wrist.

I had almost dated half the city girls but she had something different in her. Something that confused my mind, so odd, so strange yet something so unexplainably exciting.

"Oh-no! Don't give us that look, brother." Rosalyn's voice broke my trance. I looked at her and raised my brows. And I was supposed to think about Owens's long list of reasons.

"I'm telling you he's gone," Zack said, placing his elbow on Rosalyn's shoulder while smirking at me.

"Think again, dude. I'm a living example for you," Owen said, scrunching his nose.

While I looked at them dumbfounded.

"What?" I asked, confused by the looks on their faces and their comments. But they ignored me, laughed, and walked out of the room, leaving me baffled.