From Something To Everything (Bounprem)

88. That night 2

"Are we interrupting a party here, phi?" Fluke put on his adorable smile and tilted his head looking extremely cute at that moment.

"No. We were just..." JJ chuckled awkwardly. He didn't know how much of the conversation Fluke had heard. "We were just hanging out."

"Oh, I see." Fluke smiled again causing Tal's heart to beat like crazy.

"Nong Fluke, what brings you here?" Tal asked trying to gain Fluke's attention.

Fluke turned his gaze towards the senior who seemed to be mesmerized by his smile. "I just came to give phi-phi something."

"Give us something?" JJ was confused. He didn't remember asking Fluke to bring him anything. The only probability he could think of was that it had something to do with the incident that evening. But Fluke's expression was very friendly. So, he ruled out that probability. He thought that Fluke might not have found out about their involvement in the whole thing.

One thing he didn't understand was how Fluke managed to find their location. The place was remote and students were restricted from visiting the building as its construction was not yet completed.

"How did you get here, Fluke?" JJ couldn't hold his curiosity and asked.

"By walking?" Fluke chuckled. The other players in the room to cracked their expressions.

"Fluke, that was not what I was asking." JJ used his willpower to remain calm and sweet despite being mocked by Fluke.

"I will tell you, phi. Before that what were we talking about? Uhm... yes, Fame. We were talking about Fame." Fluke smiled at JJ who was having a hard time maintaining his expression. "Fame, she isn't the female version of you, phi. She has many imperfections and flaws. Yet she is so loving and caring." He walked past JJ. "And she is not the one who has me wrapped around her fingers but it's the other way around. As long as I tell her to do something, she will blindly follow my words."

Fluke halted and turned to JJ "There is one more thing that you have gotten wrong phi." He slowly made his way back to JJ with the sweetest smile on his face. "I never idolized you." And within a blink of an eye, he raised his leg and stomped heavily on JJ's lower thigh causing the latter to collapse to the floor, groaning. "Do you know why?" He squatted down and grabbed a handful of JJ's hair and pulled it, making the older face him. "Simply because a. douchebag. like. you. doesn't. deserve. to. be. Idolized." Fluke stood up and kicked JJ in the groin region.

"What the hell are you going?" Tal rushed over angrily.

Out of nowhere, Fluke grabbed a hockey stick and smashed right into his jaw, sending him flying.

He then turned to JJ who was on the floor. "Do you know what I am here to give?" he smirked "A taste of your own medicine. Don't you have the habit of ruining others' lives and aspirations? Now, I am going to ruin your biggest aspiration, the aspiration to be a basketball player. From today onwards you will never be able to stand without the help of support, much less play basketball." He smiled eerily. "I hope you like this return gift."

As soon as he finished speaking the door to the hallway slammed shut. "No one is leaving until I am done. So, who is next?"

The players in the hall were frozen on the spot. They realized that the sweet angel that was standing before them a few minutes ago was the grim reaper in disguise. They looked at each other and attacked Fluke in unison, yelling all the way to show their strength.

Prem who had been standing behind Fluke like a statue all this while, understood that it was his cue to get started. Without any second thought, Prem attacked the incoming group.

Fights were not new to Prem. He always fought. But this case was different. Usually, he had to hold back because Fluke would scold him for getting into trouble. This time Fluke himself had initiated the fight which meant that he could go all out just like he always wanted.

Contrary to Prem, Fluke rarely got into fights, mainly because he is almost always accompanied by Earth. Even if he gets into fights, those would be verbal. He rarely got handsy during fights. But that didn't mean that he didn't know how to fight. He was trained by professional mercenaries from a young age in various martial arts.

Prem and Fluke didn't find it much difficult to hand the whole bunch. Within seconds most of them on the flood were bleeding and groaning. They were now handling the last two standing members.

The guy Prem was fighting was bulky and full of muscles built up by steroids. He was having a difficult time fighting the guy. Just when Prem felt that he found an opening to take his opponent down, the guy pulled out a knife.

Prem's eyes widened at the sight of the knife. The guy tried to stab him with the knife. He luckily managed to grab the guy's wrist and prevent being stabbed. He tried to twist the guy's wrist so that he would drop the knife but unfortunately the opponent's grip on the knife.

During the push and pull to get rid of the knife, the direction of the blade of the knife turned to the opponent. With a tight pull, Prem lost his footing and the knife stabbed right into the opponent's abdomen. Fresh blood started oozing out of the newly formed wound, colouring Prem's hands.

Fluke who had gotten rid of his opponent turned and saw the horrifying scene. Prem was standing with bloodied hands and a terrified expression while the big guy was on the floor with the knife still stuck to his wound.

He ran over to Prem and grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Prem, Prem."

"Flu...ke... I... I... stabbed... someone..." Prem muttered incoherently.

"No...No..." Fluke looked around and grabbed a shirt which probably belonged to one of the beaten-up seniors and wiped the blood off Prem's hands muttering "These hands are not to be bloodied. They are for winning gold medals."

He was trying to act strong but still, he panicked. After all, he was also a kid. They were only sixteen.

Throwing the bloodied shirt away. He grabbed a hooded jacket from the hanger and handed it to Prem. "Put this on and leave."

"Leave? How can I leave? All this..." Prem asked worriedly, he was trembling inside out.

"Don't worry about this mess. I will handle it. you can't get involved in all these. You have the selection match next month. You should have a clean record. You should go. You should leave." Fluke was pleading with Prem to leave. He didn't want his friend's bright future to be ruined.

"But..."

"Don't directly go to your home like this. Go to my place. Go there and freshen up before going home."

"Fluke... I..."

"WARUT LEAVE!" Fluke commanded in a firm tone. Prem could only obey. He walked to the door and took a final glance at the scene before leaving.