Fall For Me (B×B)

Chapter 14

Jesse POV

Milo and I succeeded in consoling Holland. He was calmed and less anxious. But still, he was a little worried.

His pride was detrimental. He refused to call Malik as I suggested. But we talked him into at least texting.

'Be safe on your way home. I'm sorry.'

It wasn't much, but at least he apologized for his heated head. I hoped Malik would read it and take some action. I hoped for him to read between lines.

We lined on the side of the bed, playing video games to pass the time. Milo decided that we should stay over. We texted our parents and got ready to crash over the Thompsons.

Our mission was to take Holland's mind off the date. He doesn't need to think about Malik or else his jealousy with growth into another level. Holland is crazy enough to fetch on the restaurant where the date is and ruin it for Malik. Probably, ruining their friendship along the side. So that's why we needed to keep him busy.

Holland was quieter than usual. He was focusing on the game all grumpy and furrowing the whole time. His mind was occupied. Milo, on the other hand, praised the clown inside of him. He was loudly playing, as always.

"Watch out! There's a sniper on the rooftop." Milo yelled, startling me.

"I saw him! Fuck, did you have to yell?" I sulked.

"He's fucking damaging you. I you died, I'm not helping." He huffed impatiently.

"Fuck you, who needs your help!" I fired back.

"You need my help, you slummpy ass player. In a minute, you'll be whining for me to come help you." He sarcastically shut me up.

Okay, it's not like he's not right! I mean, a friend in need is a friend indeed. It's his job to rescue me.

"Is he home yet?" Holland said out of nowhere.

Milo and I exchanged a look. We stayed silent.

Holland turned on me. "Call him. See if his home or not." His face was expressionless.

"You know I can't do that, right. Malik knows us too well. He'll know you told me to." I shrugged. He sighed, giving up and moving back to focusing on the game.

A clash between two combats fired, and the whole room was beating with guns and grenades. Holland, Milo, and I were beating the shit out of another team. Well, it was basically Milo beating the shit out of them while Holland and I squatted in the shadows, aiming and firing from afar like wimps.

"Is there's a place for a fourth player?"

Milo paused the game, and we all turned to look at Malik, who was now standing in Holland's room with hollands bed between him and us.

He looked... tired!

A moment of muteness and staring passed til Holland decided to break it. "Why are you here so early? What happened?" Holland sprang up, cutting two steps in one to get to him. "Are you okay?"

Milo and I sat still in our spot, leaning our chins to the bed, watching. We were worried, but it was Holland's moment.

"I'm fine. I thought I'd come and hang out. I didn't think you guys would be here. The more the merrier." He waved at me and Milo. We smiled and waved back like robots. We were still dumpfoundly under a spill.

Holland's eyes were roaming all over Malik's body. "What happened to your date? Did he hurt you? Did he do anything to you? Should I go beat him up?" He almost ate most of the letters, speaking.