Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 8: Booklover and Woman-avoider

~ Ranzar Craestok ~

"So, you're telling me aunty got someone from France to give you a make-over? As in someone flew from France to here just to fix you?" Vanderson commented as he rolled off from his seat, laughing back and forth.

He went to my house again to force me to tell him what happened--- about my unexpected and cursed inheritance to Mother tasking someone to give me a makeover.

"If I say yes Vanderson, will you cease laughing like a maniac?", I said, but the damn idiot still continued laughing.

"I'm this close to kicking you out of my house Vanderson", I threatened. And he almost pissed himself off by stopping himself from bursting into another round of laughter.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just crazy how Aunty put so much effort into you, but then the moment you get back inside this house you will turn back into a quote-unquote caveman", he replied and fixed himself to the seat.

I said nothing.

"Well, why don't we drink—"

"Will you stop coming here to my house just to drink Vanderson? My house isn't your personal bar", I said and the fool just smiled again.

"Is it bad to spend time with my best friend?", he replied.

"Just rant about your frustration again about sports or one of your one-night stands, Vanderson. I'm tired", I just said.

And he began to rant away about how most of the women he spent his lonely nights with began coming and calling him again to expect more.

"Just think about it Raz, I spend my night with them for it to be one time only, but every single time they try to get more. It's as if they don't get the meaning of one-night stands", he continued.

"I know you can't relate with me since you spent your entire life here after her, but at least give me some advice", he added. I just ignored him and closed my eyes to imagine another hymn for my next composition.

Vanderson sighed and then stopped. He began to tinker around now and I just can't focus now that he began to make noise.

"Can you stop that, Vanderson? I have no advice for you except to fix your life", I said.

"Easier said than done Raz", he replied.

"Then I really have nothing for you", I replied.

"Fine then, I'll go now and visit Roswell. I heard he got back from Spain", he said and rose from his seat. I just nodded.

After Vanderson left, I once again tried to form a composition from my head. But after Vanderson's talk about women, my mind drifted to a specific French blonde-haired girl named Julliane Laurent.

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After finishing composing while trying to stop myself from thinking of a certain blonde, I felt tired and just decided to cook lunch for myself today. I don't know why but I can't help being excited for my next meeting with Laurent. 

I didn't realize that I thought of that so much that I didn't notice that Vanderson came back again, and now bearing more news of whatever he sees that was interesting to him which I toned down for a while since it may be about a one-night stand he saw at Westbrook's. 

But I guess it was different.  After he met Westbrook, they caught up but when he offered for them to go to a club, Westbrook rejected since he had another engagement arranged beforehand. Now, he's here again to rant even more.

"Are you even listening to me, Raz?" Vanderson asked as he pester me again.

"No", I responded as I flipped through the music sheet I just finished earlier.

"Am I really your friend Raz?" he asked as he acted like he was shot in the heart and was hurt badly.

Good thing he's a basketball player and not an actor.

"Soon you will not be", I replied and he stopped.

"But you know, I saw something interesting earlier. I witnessed Roswell flirt with someone— or maybe attempt to flirt with someone", he said which made me curious.

The well-known booklover and woman-avoider, Roswell Westbrook, flirting with a woman. Now, that's very interesting news to anyone's ears— including his parents.

"Can you imagine, Roswell Westbrook, flirting with fellow human beings and not sticking his face to a book", he continued.

It's really interesting since Westbrook never took any interest in women. All he had on his face throughout his academy life was a thick book.

"Did you see who the girl is?" I asked.

"Now now... why are you so much more interested in his love life than mine?" he exclaimed.

"Because it's much rarer to hear any news regarding Westbrook's love life than yours. When it comes to you, all I need is to buy the most recent California Chronicles paper or search online to read every rumor of the girls you fucked", I said while staring at him.

"Fine, you win. But all I saw earlier is that she's a blonde, and Roswell said that she's staying at their hotel for business", he said while putting his hands up as a sign of defeat.

"That's all?"

"Yeah, I think so. If he added more I wouldn't have heard anything about it since I probably lost focus halfway", Vanderson added.

"I see."

"Anyways, when does your make-over happen?" he asked.

"Tomorrow as far as I remember"

"Oh, bummer. I can't watch it happen since I have a practice match. I'll see it next week then", Vanderson said and stretched his arms.

"I will ban you if you go here without permission or notice beforehand Vanderson", I said and he plastered his infamous teasing smile.

"Afraid I might see you doing a different business with your French girl?" he teased and I shot him a glare.

"Shut up", I said and he laughed again. "What more do you want in my house, Vanderson?"

"Nothing, I'll leave soon. I just came back here to tell you about my rants again and trip to Roswell", he said.

I just let him be and continued double-checking and flipping through the pages of the music sheet. Half an hour passed and Vanderson finally said goodbye and left. And after that I received a text from my mother, reminding me of Laurent's visit tomorrow.

And now that I remember it, it'll just be the two of us tomorrow.

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