7- NEW FINDINGS

~Lucas~

I have just dug a pit and fallen inside it. I should be fully ready for an earful tonight.

Everything could be handled by both parties perfectly. I should have minded my business.

BUT I FUCKING CALLED COLLIN MAVERICK MY BOYFRIEND!!

A boy that I so much despise! Where did that just come from?

I had to look for any means necessary to save him from falling for the basketballer's sweet words. That was the only sentence that came to my mind. But what if Collin takes my words seriously?

No. Not in my wildest dreams.

He hates me so much.

But WHAT IF?

Fuck!!!

The basketballer bursts into laughter. "Collins? Your boyfriend? Tell me a new joke."

There is a sigh. "You should leave the room now."

"What will you do if I don't?"

"Don't push me to the wall. Gently leave, bro"

Collin's eyebrows scrunch. "I didn't ask for your help, Lucas. I will handle it myself."

What planet exactly is my roommate from? I had this question for a long time, now I need answers.

Must he always spit whatever comes to his mouth? Only God knows what he takes at night that makes him think and act like a child.

Whatever.

I better play dumb since I don't want the other boy to get what he wants— I don't trust Collin for a second. The moment I let go, he will get inside the basketballer's pants!

"Leave me to do what I want," I smirk his way. "You are more than welcome to thank me later."

"We both know we hate each other, so why the pretense?"

He didn't have to bring our beef into this. We still have our differences but this will ruin three lives. No, two lives. Now, I am confused.

"It's two different things: hate and—"

"Save your lecture for someone who needs it," The basketballer cuts me short. He returns to taking Collin's arm, and my hackles rise when the larrikin keeps looking at Collin with an apologetic expression.

And... the hell! Collin is giving in.

Seriously?

My roommate is a big FOOL!

Wait. Why am I even concerned?

I resist the urge to punch the basketballer on the nose and walk to my bed space, lumping on my bed.

I try so hard to neglect whatever they are doing, but I just can't. The two are seated on the other bed talking forever. For some reason, I feel Collin is doing this to make me angry.

Collin isn't my friend or my boyfriend. He will never be anything like that, and I'm not JEALOUS, but come on! He better not fall for this idiot!

Grumbling to myself, I stand and drag my feet to the wardrobe to get their attention, which didn't eventually work. It takes an eternity to find my nightwear, my side eye still stuck on the two.

"Now, I am always the bad person, right?" The basketballer finally stands and shouts. "What is going on between you and your roommate?"

Yeah, that's what I want to know!

I'm being ignored here standing in front of a heap of clothes. My hands are craving a fight, but I will look obsessed if I interfere.

Not that I care for Collin.

Pfft!

Never.

Yet, my veins have all popped out. I just need to pounce on that bastard. I have to end this once and for all!

I can't say when my legs push me to where the basketballer is standing, and in no time, I grab him by his biceps and throw him out of the room, slamming and locking the door in his face.

He looks well-built but those muscles are just like our walls, paper-like.

"You will pay for this, the both of you!" The basketballer hits the door before leaving.

Collin's eyes narrow and his expression is bewildered. "Did I not tell you to leave it to me?"

Is he angry at me?

He should suit himself. I have done what I felt I should do. I return to the wardrobe and continue my search.

"I was talking to you. Why did you walk out on me?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" he wrinkles his forehead, lifting an eyebrow. "Why then did you call me your boyfriend?"

I knew this question would come. He of all people should know that I have no feelings whatsoever towards him... not in this life nor the next life.

Yet My heart is beating so fast, my pulse is ticking against my jaw. There is a buzzing in my stomach, and I swear it's not normal, I am losing control, all for someone who publicly humiliated me last year.

Am I okay?

I cough a little. "You should forget about what I said!"

He shrugs. "Why?"

I sigh heavily. "You are not feeling well. Go and sleep."

Collin smirks like a hyena again. "Just so you know, I still hate you to the core!"

My eyes are still stuck to his face and my heart, beating non-stop.

The normal Lucas would lock him up to the wall and make him take back his words. But ignoring him is the only option I can bargain for.

Ever since that night, I have not been myself. I am still not myself. Whatever charm he used, it is toiling with my brain cells.

No! No! No!

I can't fall for this asshole. I rather devote my life to being a priest.

He must pay for those abuses he rained on me at that restaurant. It's been a year since I went there, after the drama he pulled up.

"Respect, Collins!" I peer down at him. He is short which is so fucking annoying.

"Respect? You need—"

A knock on the door cuts him halfway through his regular lecture.

"Leave here, basketballer!!" I shout at the second knock.

"Collin, it's Jaxson, open up!" Jax replies.

Jax knows Collin? How?

Let it not be what I am thinking because if it is, everything will possibly go wrong.