Dedicated to: Tanishiistic Grateful to you for always voting on my book and motivating me!
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WHAT IS WORSE THAN WEARING YOUR SWEATER inside-out for a day in public and consuming uncooked ramen when drunk as fuck?
Maybe breaking someone's hockey stick.
"I can buy you a new one?" I said, or more like asked myself more than him. I was cold-feet; he looked beyond pissed. Like he wanted to yeet me out of his house, or worse, put me to rest for . . . forever.
"You can't fucking buy it!" He growled, his veins popping on his neck.I coughed, trying my best to look sorry.
"It was the only one of its kind!" He raged, stomping towards me. Was he gonna seize me by collar and chuck me out? It's better than him asking me to pay up because as he himself said, I was more broke than a beggar.
"Hey, hey," I raised both of my hands to calm him down. He was growling like a feral beast. "I am sure we can fix it somehow!"
I doubt it. But I said so anyways.
"You can't fix it," He laughed, totally pissed off. He picked the two broken pieces in his hand wistfully, like the hockey stick was actually a martyr who died in the war.
I looked at the hockey stick, which to me, looked like any other hockey stick. I don't get it what was so special about it.
Was it blessed by the Pope or something?
"I-I am sorry," I stammered. "I will do anything you ask me to repay you!"
"Really?" He turned away from the hockey stick as soon as I completed my sentence.
I blinked as his personality took a 180 degree turn. Wasn't he just mourning a second ago?
"Yeah?" I said, uncertainly.
"Great, then I have a favor to ask," He nonchantly tossed the broken hockey stick on the couch. The hell? What kind of favor —
He must have noticed the look on my face because as he snapped. "Not that sort of favor! Can't you keep it PG?"
"Wha — I never even thought of anything like that!" I protested. He rolled his eyes like he would rather believe that pigs can fly over me any day.
"Whatever, what is it that you want me to do?" I asked, feeling a headache. "And nothing illegal! Remember, I told you that my Mum is a police officer."
