All Strings Attached

Chapter 23

Win laughed the matter off and went to his room but couldn't get his mind to rest at all. Would Gun have already told Bright about him? He would've have. He has been saying this even when he knew nothing

Win hit his head at his pillow multiple times before loosing his energy and will to move.
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At that late hour of night, Saint was sitting in Zee's car and atmosphere was dead silent.

"Its really cold tonight" Zee commented, glancing carefully at Saint who refused to open his mouth.

Zee sighed and shifted the gear. As soon as his hand went for gear, Saint panicked and pressed himself towards the car's door with a thump sound. The action was so sudden that he hit his head with the window. A low hiss escaped his lips as he rubbed the side of his forehead.

Zee looked at him with wide eyes as he asked "Are you okay?"

Saint nodded his head, gulping. Eyes still not daring to meet Zee's.

"Saint please say something to me" Zee finally started the real conversation as he stared at the road "If you hate me now, just say so"

Saint stared at his hands resting in his lap. There was no way he can hate Zee. He was just feeling way too awkward to say anything.

"How can I solve the issue if you won't say anything?" Zee casually asked, his hands calmly moving around the staring wheel
"If you are mad because of the kiss I ca-"

Saint felt chills running down his spine at the word kiss . He immediately covered his ears with his palms and started yelling "Aahhhhh!"

Zee almost hit the car in the nearby tree. He immediately applied the breaks and looked at Saint, worried "Saint calm down"

Upon seeing the car has stopped, Saint immediately collected his bag and opened the door "My house is nearby. I'll walk !"

With that, he ran for his life. His house was no way near. Zee stared at the empty seat for a while before slumping back into his seat, rubbing his palm over his defeated face.
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Next day, Win refused to get off his bed. Scared, he had also turned off his phone and tossed it who knew where.

As much as he had the wish to hide himself in his room but much to his dismay, it couldn't be fulfill. Eventually, he had to get up to take afternoon classes at college.

"If only I could wear a mask and hide myself" Win said to himself , caressing his chin when the door of his room opened. He turned around to see Saint wearing a mask and a cap, his face almost hidden.

Win quietly stared at him for a long time before Saint lowered his mask on his own and said sheepishly "I am just trying to protect myself from pollution"

Win picked up his bag , putting it over his shoulder and tugged one of the strap, walking pass Saint, saying "This is the first time I have heard someone calling police officer a pollutant"

As he finished his sentence, his eyes immediately lowered in hesitation. How could he not realise before that being a son of officer, it was never a good idea to play around with a criminal? He wanted to bang his head in the stair case.

The truth was that, Win had never thought about consequences beforehand. Life has always been a joke for him and now that he was at the edge of cliff, with no way to go: neither forth nor back.

The horn of campus bus and Saint's harsh pull to his jacket brought him back to reality and they both ran to catch the bus.

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