Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

31. Okay, Noted

Kimaya

As usual, I was busy watching the floor of the school corridor covered in white marble with brown waves when suddenly my shoulder was hit by something incriminating.

Or, more precisely, someone.

I immediately glanced to the right and met Fionn's sparkling eyes. On his face was a very, very, very wide smile. "Good morning, Beb," he said lightly.

Instantly the previously crowded corridor turned into a deserted one. Silent. I could hear some people gasping after Fionn's words came out of his mouth.

Kuhela took a deep breath.

We've been talking about this. The last two days of the minhgu yesterday we spent reviewing the scenario of the drama that will begin today. I knew what was going to happen, what we were going to do, but talking about doing it was really two different things.

I didn't expect Fionn's embrace around my shoulder to be heavy but lightening at the same time.

You know, for two years wandering this corridor, I've never once been greeted by someone as enthusiastic as Fionn just did. At least there is a small greeting from friends who both receive scholarships like me. At least there was a greeting from classmates who were initially friendly, but their hospitality increasingly disappeared because I did not comply with the standards they had. They hope that by making friends with me, they will get the ease of doing the task or even be able to copy the homework from me, they are wrong. I am not someone who is willing to sell integrity just because I want to be a butterfly in their midst.

No. gabe. I'd rather be alone than used up just to have fake friends like that. No. gabe. No. gabe. Didact. Thank you very much.

This time, the situation is different. We have a deal. A deal means more than just having a lot of friends. A deal that will change my future.

I don't mind the rapport that my heart is now feeling. I don't care about the wave that's now attacking my stomach. With a stiff smile, I answered the greeting of the man who should have been my girlfriend. "Hi."

Hm. Why does my voice sound so weird, huh? Why does it feel like there is more air coming out of my vocal cords than there is sound?

I also cleared my throat, trying to drive away the oddities that began to tease myself.

And I bowed again.

We continue the steps. After saying that, he did not say anything to me anymore. We happily—and tense, on my part, walked down the corridor connecting the lobby of the main building with classrooms and filled with rows of student lockers.

The third-grade student locker is at the very end of the corridor and has Fionn right in the middle.

"Molly shxt!"

"What the fxck?"

When I hear the words expressed in amazement(?) that is, my head is getting lowered as the people who spoke it sounded very close. Evidently with the shoes that now filled my view.

Fionn stopped the move. It made me do the same.

Yesterday, Fionn told me about his habits in the morning before starting class. He will be with his friends first. Either it's in the parking lot when he just arrived or they'll be waiting for his arrival at Fionn's locker.

Today they chose to wait.

I don't know if the parking lot would be a better option.

Anyway, I have no other choice. I have to follow the game we agreed on. As far as I am now from the comfort zone that has surrounded me, I must admit that the exchange of situations feels really fresh.

I felt Fionn squeezing my shoulder at a glance. Either I have to interpret what he just did as a form of support for me or as a form of warning to act better.

I set the choice of the number that is most relevant to the current situation.

After encouraging myself in my heart, I began to raise my head, something I had never done before in front of the people in the corridor, and smiled. Fionn told the names of his friends. Hamish, Aldi and Mario. However, I don't know where I should place those names exactly.

Which one is Hamish? Which one is Aldi? Which one is supposed to be named Mario?

The smile on my face was wasted because none of them looked at me. All of them, all three, focused on Fionn who instantly also released his embrace from my shoulder.

"Damn it, bro. So too?" said the blonde guy who was shoulder-length. A wide and silly laugh adorned his face that looked very bule. He patted Fionn's shoulder furiously. "Damn. God fucking. I guess lo–"

His sentence was instantly cut off by the sharp gaze of the guy beside me. Fionn growled from behind his teeth. "Shut the fxck up."

I was a little surprised to see Fionn's mood change happening in the blink of an eye. I didn't expect him to act that cold to his own friend.

However, what do I know about the dynamics of their friendship? I've only been in contact with Fionn for two days. Of course there are still many things I do not know about the young man who has now become my pretend girlfriend.

I continued the observation.

"Sorry." The blonde smirked.

"Rein it in, Hamish!" The man standing to the left of the Blonde who I guessed was Hamish told him to shut up.

Okay, okay, okay. It turns out that Blonde is called Hamish. Okay. Noted.

Guys with a high body—although not as high as Fionn, I think they are only at odds of about five sentiments, but the densest and has the darkest skin color, almost black, but, among the other three friends he spoke again. "Lo shouldn't be over. The attention of the other kids is now more focused on us, right?"

"I think those who want to take their eyes off us. Come on, Yo. Be real."

My eyes followed towards the source of the voice, at the skinny, straight black-haired guy who was split open the edge and directed to the right. On his neck was a black and quite large wireless headphones. Despite speaking, his gaze never escaped from the phone screen in hand.

He called the black man with the call Yo. Hm. I think Yo is part of Mario.

Okay then. So, the guy in front of me now his name is Hamish. To the left of Hamish stands Mario. And to the left of Mario, there was a man named Aldi.

Okay. Noted.

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