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RYO

“ You can't stay alone in this shitty fraternity,” Ant asserted, staring at me with his gray eyes highlighted by the glasses he insisted on wearing constantly, to make himself look even smarter than he already was.

“ - Do you want me to move into yours? I provoked him.

- Not at all. You'd be a burden since you don't subscribe to Twitch or our Fortnite group and you're a sucker for games. Besides, I don't think you have a high enough IQ to get in,” my friend replied pedantically. I would have punched him if I didn't feel so bad.

“ - I forgot that your fraternity only admits nerds who can hold a joystick.

- I'm not just beating you up because you just had an accident, but as soon as you recover, I'm going to tear you apart... and not on Fortnite or Call of Duty, Ant threatened me immediately, proud of his brotherhood.

-I could let you have my room until you get back on your feet, Easton offered, determined to find a solution. I'm sure your group wouldn't mind if I went to live with your fraternity for a short time. It's never seemed as close-knit as Ant's.

- Would you really go to my house and leave your girlfriend here alone?” I reminded him.

I knew how attached my friend was to Alice and I would never interfere with their relationship. Easton needed her and needed to have her around.

“ - I'll go in for you, Logan interjected, arranging his fallen blonde hair in front of his face.

- No, I replied vigorously. No one knew it, but Logan had already asked me to switch, and after I found out why, I was mad as hell at him.

- Why not? It's an idea,” Easton tried to understand.

I looked at Logan, ready to dare him to contradict me. If Easton or Ant found out the truth, he knew he could lose their friendship.

“ - I... I need to be alone, Logan muttered, looking away.

- If it's because of Alice or because you played spy for my dad last year, I've forgiven you,” Easton reassured him.

“ - It's not about that. I'd like to have a room to myself, he replied carefully.

- So you can get laid without getting in my face?

- That's right.

- OK... sorry. I can ask Alice to stay at her place from time to time.

- No, Easton, it's not that. I want to be more independent and...

- And not teach her what you do with girls, right? I cut him off, making him stop.

- Why? What do you do with girls? tried to understand Ant.

- I get them into bed and then I obviously do them.

- And you get paid for it! I added angrily.

- What the hell are you saying?” Easton snapped, stunned.

I fell silent. The bomb had gone off because of me and now, like a coward, I was letting Logan pay the consequences alone.

“ - You're doing... the gigolo? whispered Ant, unable to believe his own words.

Logan nodded.

- And you knew? Easton asked, his eyes blazing.

- Yes, I found out about it a month ago, I admitted. I told him not to do it, that if he needed money I'd give it to him, that if his mother found out, she'd kill him, that... “

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to finish because Easton threw himself at Logan and started hitting him.

“ Have you gone crazy? What the hell are you thinking? he yelled at him as Ant tried to pull them apart. I tried to intervene as well, but my left leg and shoulder hurt like hell.

- It wasn't planned. Two months ago I slept with a girl who wouldn't let me go, who started telling me she loved me. I told her I was sleeping for money and she stopped stalking me. And suddenly, a few weeks later, girls came up to me to fuck and asked me how much it cost. I came out with a high amount thinking I'd get rid of it and instead... It started like this. I swear.”

They all stared at Logan. He had an athletic, powerful, groomed physique. Impossible to go unnoticed. If one added to it his eyes of seducer which captured thousand nuances going of the turquoise to the green, it was folded. No woman could ever resist him.

“ Stop it now!

- I earn a lot of money and for once girls don't ask me to love them or become their boyfriend.

- Another one allergic to relationships, muttered Ant cynically.

- That's the pot calling the kettle black, I replied with a sarcastic laugh.

- I'm speechless, muttered Easton, stunned by the news. Now that the anger had subsided, only sadness and disappointment remained. You were always the most mature and responsible of the group. You were the one I turned to when I had a problem and now, you're telling me you're going to throw away your future to be a gigolo?

- I don't have the resources you do and I don't have a professional career ahead of me. Whereas you, Easton, will be a great lawyer. You, Ant, will be a programmer or game designer and you, Ryo... Your grandfather will leave you the most sought-after advertising agency in the state.

- Except that I'm not interested, I reminded him.

- You can't go on racing motorcycles illegally and living off your family's money.

- As soon as I get up, I'll make you bite the dust. My bike...

- By the way, about your Kawasaki, the fork broke during the accident, Ant told me, moving away slowly to avoid ending up in the whirlwind of anger that took hold of me as soon as I realized the extent of the damage.

- I'll buy a new one. I tried to think of a solution, taking a deep breath before the anger took over.

- You said your grandfather would cut you off if you screwed up again.

- He doesn't need to know what happened.

- Too late, Easton tells me.

- Who the fuck told him? I was losing it.

- That girl who was there at the time of the accident. Felicity Roadfield. She called Jackson Company because she knew you were Bradley Jackson's grandson. Your grandfather is in London but he's on his way back. He called my dad to see how you were doing and to ask me to keep an eye on you until he gets here,” Easton told me uncomfortably.

I was at a loss for words.

“ - Hey, is everything okay? asked Ant, who wasn't used to seeing me so calm.

- Where is this Felicity Roadfield? I simply said.