I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

15

Weston waits. There is a little silence before Lorette says: “I give you two days to sort this shit out.”

Quickly, Weston returns to the staircase and pretends like he's just coming. Lorette comes out of the door. She looks quite startled seeing Weston.

Weston waits for her to say something. She doesn't. She just smiles at him and race past him.

He takes a deep breath and walks inside the room. Santiago is pacing around the room. He stops when he sees Weston.

“Hey,” Weston says.

“Bro, I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I guess I totally lost it because of the stress of moving here. I mean, it's nothing compared to my room.” He gestures at the empty takeout cartons on the ground.

“Something up with you and Lorette?” Weston asks.

“Not really. She…” Santiago shrugs. “She gets bitchy sometimes.” He walks to the closet. “You're going to the lecture room?”

That sounds like ‘hey, the topic is closed’. Seems, Weston thinks, he is not the only one with stuff to hide from the others.

“Yeah. The fees shouldn't go to waste. By the way, how is your stomach? Lorette said you were not feeling all too well last night.”

Santiago throws a hoodie over his head. “I'm okay now. Slept throughout the night.”

Weston glances around the room. Just like his, Santiago's room also has three beds, just that this one is all occupied, and yeah, a kinda weird smell is coming from a corner of the room.

“How was the party?” Santiago asks.

Weston glances at Santiago. He notices it. The bags under Santiago's eyes. Doesn't look like he slept a wink throughout the night. Or maybe he's just overthinking.

“It was cool.”

“You guys got into the group?” Santiago asks in a voice that sounds to Weston as trying not to sound too inquisitive.

“We didn't.”

Santiago seems to look relief. “What was the fuss about inviting us then?” A contrast to his statement.

“We might have gotten in if you were there.”

“He's not the only group that can help us accomplish our mission,” Santiago says. “From what I heard, he's a coward. What's the use in joining his damn group?”

Weston wants to point out that Liam's group is still the second most popular in the campus and so far, they don't have record of violence compared to the other groups but he doesn't say that. He should get in first before he starts making arguments like this.

Santiago locks the door and they both head to the lecture hall.

“You know the way?” Weston asks.

“We can ask around.” He waves at someone.

Few seconds later, Weston cannot count the number of time he has to stop for Santiago to greet random guys. To think they've only been here yesterday.

“He's a nice buddy. Kinda cool,” Santiago says the same things he's said of the other guys he greeted earlier.

Weston nods.

“San!” A guy calls.

This time, Weston doesn't stop walking. “Meet me in the lecture room.”

“Alright, bro.”

Weston glances back. He sees Santiago hugging another guy in a rather weird manner. He lets out a deep breath. He'd better get an answer to Liam’s question. It doesn't seem like he (Weston) and Santiago are currently on the same page.

He stops a girl and asks her for direction to the lecture room. She blushes as she points the direction to him.

“Thank you.”

She blushes. Weston winks at her.

He thrusts his hand in his pocket and strides to the lecture room.

“I said you should come here,” Weston hears a guy saying.

He looks around. Where the hell is he? This doesn't look the direction that girl pointed him the other time.

“If you don't stop walking, I'm going to throw something at you,” a guy says.

Weston glances at the guy. He is talking to a girl that doesn't seem to be aware of his existence.

Weston watches the guy take something from the ground. He throws it. It almost hits the girl. She suddenly stops and turns around, anger on her face.

“What the hell do you want?”

“You,” the guy says, a wide grin that Weston swears looks really stupid on the guy's face.

The girl hisses and continues walking. The guy, with long strides, gets to her in no time. He grabs her purse.

“Do you know me?” The guy asks.

“Return my purse.”

The guy grins, opens the purse and pours out all the content in it on the ground. He bends down and pick something.

“Wow…you use lipstick? I love red too,” the guy says. He opens the lipstick and rubs it on the girl’s cheek.

The girl tries to walk away from him but he grabs her hand.

“You're going to regret this, you son of a bitch,” the girl says.

“I won't mind regretting it because I'm enjoying it now. Why were you proving hard to get in the first place?”

Weston shakes his head and starts walking away. He really doesn't have the time to get involved in things like this. First he has to…but, wait a minute. Who the hell is that girl? Why does she look so familiar?

He retraces his step. By now, the grinning guy is not the only one with the girl. They are about three more guys. They have forced the girl on her knees.

“Smile for me, baby,” the guy whom Weston saw earlier says.

“Slap her if she doesn't want to smile,” a guy suggests. The others giggle.

Weston stops in front of them. He stares at the girl. He is sure he has seen her somewhere.

“Are you her boyfriend?” One of the guy asks Weston.

“Holy shit, isn't this Weston?” One of the guys asks.

“The Weston?” All of them chorus.