“We could discuss,” she says. “I'm not interested,” Weston say bluntly. He bites on his lower lip when he notices her fallen expression. “You're beautiful, but I'm not interested.” The waitress smiles. “It's okay.” She takes the piece of paper and leaves with it.Weston is halfway through eating when he hears some noises in the restaurant. Soon, people are running. Weston looks toward the door. He sees some men in black clothes, their faces covered with masks. Who the hell are they here for? Like hell, he should be allowed to finish his food without any drama. “Who is in charge of this place?” One of the men in black asks loudly. A woman runs over to them. They say some words to them that Weston doesn't hear. The woman nods her head obediently like a scared kid.“Heads down,” one of the men in black says. “If you look at us, you're dead.” There is shifting sounds of tables and chairs as everyone places t

“Don't smoke. You can get cancer from it,” he says.“You believe that bullshit?” “It's not bullshit. I won't want anyone around me to go through that creepy illness.” Lorette grunts. “I thought you needed something to calm your fucking nerves.”Weston takes out two wrapped things from his pocket. He gives one to Lorette and tears the other one.“Gum?” she laughs. “Am I supposed to chew this instead of my precious stick?”“It keeps you preoccupied. All you can get from it is a decayed tooth and that's still fair by me. You get to change that easily.” Lorette looks like she's going to protest but then, she shrugs and opens the wrapper and throws the gum in her mouth.“What are you doing around here?” Weston asks.“Doing some research.”Weston chuckles.“What?” “Well…nothing…just that I can't believe you're taking this seriously. We might leave anytime.”“I have alwa

“You run and he dies!” Weston shouts. To rub in what he said, Weston takes out another gun from his pocket and points it at the fat belly man's head. “I can take care of myself!” The fat belly man says. At once the two men run off.Weston delivers a punch that sends the fat belly man crashing against the wall. He moves closer to the man's and kicks him until he is sure the man has has enough for the time being. “What…the hell do you want?” The fat belly man asks, breathing heavily.“Who are you?” “Fuck that stupid Sandra…you can't trust a bitch like her, I swear it. She might look…harmless but she isn't.” “You still haven't answer my question,” Weston says.“I'm not someone important. If you want money—”“Weston?” Weston hears Liam's voice.He turns around. “Let's go.”“I am—”Liam grabs Weston hand and runs with him out of the place. “Get in right now,” Liam sa

“A fool calling someone stupid,” the guy mutters. “Weston, can we discuss?” Before Weston can answer, Jose is already pulling him away. “Man, where are you taking me to?” Weston stops walking.“Staying with a fool like him will only make you like him in less than a second, the sooner we leave him the better.” “Is this the kind of guy you chose to move with, Weston?” The guy asks.“Um…I was so tired that day, I'd have attended your party. Do you still have another one coming up?” Weston asks ignoring the angry stare Jose is giving him.“Since you missed it—”“Just shut up already and let him go. Can't you tell he doesn't want to have anything to do with you?” Jose fires.“Talk to me again and you're dead.”“Fuck you and that dumb mouth of yours.” The guy walks over to Jose and grabs his shirt. “Do you want to die?” “If you don't get your hands off my shirt, you'll regret it for the

“If anything happens to my laptop, you'll have to replace it,” Weston warns. He grabs the next guy, holds him tight, his fingers digging into the guy's flesh. With his leg, he kicks the third guy. It isn't up to five minutes before all the guys give up. Weston takes the towel he dropped on the bed and continues drying his hair. “Who sent you here?”When none of them answers, Weston crouches to the level of one of them. “You want me to repeat the question?”“Rex.”“Now, go tell Rex that if he ever tries to talk to Jose the way he did yesterday, I'll personally come for him. Now, get your asses out of my room,”Weston says.The guys scramble on their feet. Two run out of the room, the last one limps outside, cursing under his breath.Some minutes later, Weston locks the door and goes to the lecture room. He can only hope that the lecture isn't as boring at yesterday’s own because it might actually be the last o