All Strings Attached

Chapter 8

After the door was closed. Win immediately picked up his phone and stared at the unknown number.

"Could it be..?" Win said loudly then shook his head , violently "Thats impossible"

"Sorry who is it?" Win texted to that number but got no reply.

He lied down thinking about the mystery guy and slowly drifted to sleep.
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Bright was sitting on the worn out couch in garage, his legs wide opened  and his back comfortably leaned against the couch. He was staring at his phone, gently peeling the dead skin off his lips with his fingers, deep in thoughts.

Gun was leaning against the table, inspecting his gun. While few other guys were just casually hanging out, talking about the small robbery attempts they recently made.

Mike walked into the room, looking down at his chest, his shirt's buttons opened up to his navel.

"What could've cause this scar on my chest?" Mike asked, looking at the tiny scar on his body.

"Let me see" Bright stood up walking to him even before Mike completed his sentence. 

Gun frowned, putting his pistol down and turned back to look at Bright. Everyone stared at the guy who used to be so uninterested in everyone's matters  and would only mind his own business. 

"What is it?" Bright muttered, looking up and down Mike's exposed chest. Mike stood still, holding his breath.He has always been so intimidated by Bright and it felt very odd to be this close to him.

Bright gave his chest a good stare then looked up at his face , muttering " Nah you are not even close to him"

"What is going on?" Gun asked, leaning against the table, looking at Bright.

Bright looked at him and shrugged "Was just helping him"

"But being nice to people gives you cancer!" Gun said, dramatically gasping.

Bright snickered and walked towards the couch, sitting on it again. Gun sat besides him and attempted to touch his face, saying "You mean I can do this now?"

"Don't fucking touch me!" Bright spat, slapping his hand away, angrily.

Gun laughed, pulling his hand back and raising them up in surrender.

"Annoying" Bright muttered standing up and fixing his shirt. Normally he would always wear a baggy jacket which would feel like a barrier between himself and his surrounding but oddly enough today he was just in his black jeans and long sleeves t-shirt.

He saw Gunthar walking in and asked "Can I have your car for a day?"

Gunther had a coffee mug in his hand. He looked up at Bright with surprised eyes and replied "Sure. Why do you need it"

"Nothing significant. Just feeling like having a ride" Bright replied casually.
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"Finally the freedom to walk home alone" Win said, dramatically inhaling the scent of air and raised his hands "Lying to my parents doesn't sound too bad now"

"You're a satisfied satan" Saint replied. Both of them walking along the college road after dismissal.

"You know my dad would've sent someone to get us if I had told him the truth" Win replied, glaring at Saint who was looking ahead at the road. Saint nodded his head without looking at Win and replied sarcastically "Yeah we would've gotten a free ride to home. What a nightmare"