Chapter 92

"What exactly is the meaning of this?" I hear a voice ask, and I look up to see someone strikingly dashing.

His face is like cut out quartz which has been modelled into perfection. Each and every line straight and dazzling, he has the body of someone who works out and is gifted with all the height and bodily features that any other person would have wished to have. His hair is clean and cut, and he wears some dark jeans over an ash shirt.

The colour of his shirt reminds me of someone else's eyes, and I simply focus on what I'm drinking and let the little drama unfold in front of me.

Scott raises his eyes to look at the person who has so rudely interrupted our lunch, and from the look that passes his face, I can see the dumbfounded surprise that goes through courses through him.

"Exactly what are you hoping to achieve by coming here like this?" Scott asks, and I cannot seem to grab on to exactly where this question has come from, or where it is leading to.

It seems this little thing is happening because of something that had occurred earlier, and so my little brain cannot help but just hope for someone to give me an explanation of exactly what is happening here.

"I still failed the test" angry guy says, with a surprisingly large amount of malice in his voice. His fist is clenched In anger, and his words are coming out dangerously choked.

He glances back at the three of us now, and I can see all the earlier bravery and courage he had in his eyes flee him. He sees the form of two guys sitting down just a few paces away from where he's confronting my brother, two guys who could easily beat the hell out of him if that dangerous tone he was adding to his voice actually amounted to anything.

Scott doesn't seem worried in the least as he simply picks up the sheet of paper this guy has slammed down on the table. He looks at it carefully, his eyes glint in displeasure at disbelief flies across his face, he looks at his confronter.

"Did you do this yourself, or did you give it to another person to do it for you?" Scott asks. The anger that flashes through this guy's eyes is surprising, and for a moment I almost think my brother has gotten himself into real trouble.

I almost think my brother has bitten off more than he can chew, and so he has landed himself in a hot pile of trouble, the sort of trouble that I would have to appeal to this guy so he could at least forgive him and not beat the hell out of him.

"And so what if i didn't?" Stupid guy asks. His reply seems to amaze me as I can only imagine exactly what is going on here.

"Then you will continually fail this test until you have enough time to realise that you should be the one to take it yourself, not paying other people who just also happened to be tutored by me money to write tests for you". I can feel a pit form in my stomach.