Evan Fong

It finally has been a week since I started school. Today is Saturday, that means more chores, working out, and no school. Also, in the past couple of days, Lui would always throw paper airplanes which contained weird doodles into my balcony, also, David would visit him so we could chat.

I have been starting to get this feeling that maybe they are the coolest beings on earth besides myself.

Right now, I was exercising on the floor doing push-ups with one arm resting on my back. It was super easy; despite the impression of being watched.

"How can you do that so effortlessly!"

I stopped and stood up, taking a swig of my cold water. "Because I'm strong enough to carry my own weight and I don't eat potato chips every day," I talked back with a sly smile.

"Hey! Potato chips are my life!" His squeaker voice echoed through the streets.

"Lui! Shut the hell up! People are trying to sleep here!"

Lui joyful expression faded and puffed up his cheeks to yell out, "I thought you were deaf, old man!"

"What! I can't hear you through all that bullshit!"

I began to laugh as Lui went back inside to close his bedroom door, not wanting to hear his grandfather yell out more nonsense.

"So is your boyfriend coming over again like always?"

Lui's face reddened as he just returned and shook his head no. "David is not my boyfriend! He is just my best friend," he told me, gazing down at my muscles. "So, David isn't better than potato chips?" I asked with a smirk. "Nope!" He instantly replied. "Aw, that's so sad. I actually thought you two were a thing," I snickered.

He got quiet, avoiding to make eye contact, but he then admitted, "Okay, maybe he is better than junk food, but don't tell him that, promise?"

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

After conversing for almost three hours, Lui had to go somewhere with his family and my parents left to celebrate their anniversary. So, I'm home alone, but me being a total extroverted guy that likes to explore random places, I went out for a nice stroll.

The entire walk in the town was lovely; there were nice buildings, petted a stray cat, and finally went to the park. I actually do like going to parks to mentally laugh at retarded kids play and somehow fall off the slide. Unfortunately, my life shattered when I saw him.

Why are they here!? Why out of all places go to a park and hang out. Now I'm pretty sure I'm doomed for real.

As I slowly turned my body, trying to avoid them and head back home, a strong, firm hand grasped my shoulder. My body tensed up by the immediate touch of a troublesome boy, just like me. His hot breath hit the back of my neck and said, "What do you think you're doing here asshole?"

"Oh, you know, walking around, meeting new people, hoping to get laid," I replied back with a grin.

Just let me go and I won't bother you!

"Then come join us then. We don't bite," he told me, turning me around to face him. Whoa! His eyes are so blue! I actually have never seen those kinds of blue before.

He grabbed my forearm and forcefully dragged me to his group. His friends were fooling around like total idiots. One was Fortnite dancing, the other laughing like a hyena, and the other just stood there facepalming.

"Guys, meet the new kid."

I just looked at them dead serious. "Why is he small?" A tall guy of long hair and a lot of facial hair criticized my height. "Tyler, you're just too tall," a guy wearing a sweater of The Amazing World of Gumball told him.

These two guys look retarded, but the one that seemed friendly was the one that came up to me and said, "Hello, you can call me Craig, Mini, or Miniladd. Just ignore those two, they are utter fools."

"Man, you have a bowling pin as your son."

Mini adjusted his glasses and immediately flashed his eyes at one of his friends. "Oh well, I'm sorry Marcel! My dad made me that bowling pin before he left for work."

So, the black guy is named Marcel. The tall lad is Tyler. And the obnoxious loud one is Craig.

"But Craig, we aren't here to make friends! We are here to keep them in their place," Tyler told him which got an immediate response, "Well I'm very sorry Tyler! I'm just trying to be friendly here."

And that's how they started to argue with each other, ignoring our presence.

Delirious just rolled his eyes watching them argue. We watched them bicker with each other until Marcel slapped the back of Tyler's exposing neck by first jumping to reach, causing Mini to do a dramatic gasp and began to laugh hysterically.

That's when Delirious had enough and pulled out a small canister of water that was labeled, "Bullshit Repellent" in a nice cursive writing.

God damn, Jonny boy here has some nice handwriting.

He sprayed some water at them before anything stupid happened. Tyler hissed at it, Mini complained by how the water got on his glasses, and Marcel just gave in to it as if God was shining his blessing.

A snort slipped out of me, noticing Tyler glare down at me and get ready to attack me but Delirious sprayed him more water and said, "Calm your shit down. I don't want you scaring people today."

Once they fully calmed down, Delirious began dragging me away from his group. "Where are you taking me?" He didn't say a word, he kept dragging me until we stopped right in front of a strip club.

"We're about to have some fun," that's all he said with a smirk as he pulled me inside with his fellow companions following from behind.

"W-Wait!"

I tried to catch his attention, but he ignored me. The guys went up ahead to explore while we sat down on one of the chairs.

How were we even able to get inside without showing identification? Also, I'm only seventeen and not even straight, but I'm in a freaking strip club out of all places.

His electrifying blue eyes stared down at me and chuckled. "I know what you're thinking!" He yelled through the loud music blaring in the background. I looked over at him and raised my eyebrow. "You're wondering how we weren't stopped. Well, my dad knows the owner of this place, so his friend gave me an infinite free pass," he assured me once the music lowered down.

Once he finished talking, we sat there staring at the women dance around the pole as if they were professionals. Not gonna lie, it seemed cool to do that. Just imagine yourself holding onto the pole and dancing around it as if you were floating in the air.

Why do I feel as if I'm being stared at?

I look over at Jon, seeing his eyes scan every little feature I had. I grunted which made him immediately look away and stare up at the ladies until he got up and left somewhere in the crowded room.

"Now that he is gone," I mumbled as I rapidly got up and began to head towards the big doors that read EXIT bright red on the top.

Before I even had the chance to pull those doors open, a pair of big arms wrapped around my waist, detecting the awful odor of alcohol which almost made me gag.

"Dance for me." This stranger slurred his words which made my blood boil. His hands slide up to my tits, giving them a squeeze which made me screech. I swung my elbow back to his abdomen, knocking the air out of him.

His body fell back, trying to catch his breath as I crossed my arms over my chest. Quickly I get out of this place, hoping to never come back.

"Fuck this shit. I'm out!"