“For goodness sake, Weston, you can't do this…unless…well, it's your choice. If you succeed in getting an answer to my questions, I'll make you second in command to me but if you end up failing, let's not cross paths.”Weston nods and goes out. He took a packet of gum from his pocket and chewed it. Liam must really think he can't succeed in finding those answers for him to have promised him a position as his second in command.Weston blows the gum in his mouth. He summons the damn crazy resilient spirit that took control of him ten years ago that made him flee from home at fifteen.He can do this. He will do it. Whatever it takes for his father to acknowledge him as a damn precious child. He can't wait to see the fallen look on his father's face when he finally tells him, ‘hey, dad, I took down all the damn bad guys. You're okay now? Now, piss off.’ Just thinking about it sends adrenaline coursing through his body.“Are you okay?” Lorette's anxious voice tears the smile off Weston's

He looks relieved. He nods. “You're right. Friends are the ones who can deal best with each other.” He gives Weston another hard look filled with satisfaction before walking off with the other guys. Friends? Santiago? What the heck are they talking about? Is there another Santiago in the campus? Weston tries to make sense of what they are saying but it just doesn't sound all that meaningful. They must have said that to pacify themselves and make it less hurting that the boy they were supposed to be picking on just slapped their commander. The thought elicits a chuckle from Weston. The boy…Weston glances at the boy. The boy isn't shaking now but he still looks scared. “You're cool?” Weston asks. “Those guys, they won't hurt you, right? They won't do something bad to you, right?” The boy asks, fear in his eyes. Damn. Who sent a boy this young to college? Weston is tempted to ask the boy of his age but he doesn't. That might sound a bit rude of him, instead, he shrugs. “I'm not sca

The girl raises her head, her face is red from a few scratches and perhaps from embarrassment. “Weston?” She mutters. “It's really you!” Weston mutters. “Hey, man, I get she's your chick but you gotta give honour to whom honour is due,” one of the guys says. Weston glances at them. “Who are you guys?” “Last night…or is it this morning? Whatever. You saw our Commander…remember?” The grinning guy asks. “Geez. Does he have no shame? He told you guys about it?” Weston shakes his head. “If I were him, I wouldn't want anyone to hear about it even by mistake.” The grinning guy grabs Weston by the collar. “You have a death wish?” “Imma show you who have a death wish if you don't take your hand off my shirt,” Weston says. He looks the guy straight in the eyes. “Guys, deal with that bitch,” the grinning guy says. “Let's show him a bit of what we are. Se