Disobedience

Chapter 20: Family Bonding

Elijah

"Bro, to my right. Two newbies." I said to the microphone on my headphones. We were playing Call of Duty and I kept on fúcking losing. I can't focus on my homework so I'm playing games, wasting time and not thinking about her.

But since I have this obsession, I am checking my phone to see where she's at. She was in her campus office and then now in her law office at nine at night.

She was right, I shouldn't be getting mad that she set the boundaries and served me truths. It was true that I'll be going back to America soon and fúck!

"Dude, what the fück?! You got killed again." Connor scolded. He was one of my buddies from Rhode Island. Unlike me, he managed to get into UCLA to play D1 sports.

"Thanks, didn't ask for your opinion." I sarcastically replied and waited for him to revive me.

"What is going on in your head?"

I rolled my eyes and ignored the question. My fingers were working on the controller but my mind is back to a certain lawyer with silky blonde hair, a bratty attitude and a face that could launch a thousand ships.

Nothing makes my stomach churn or have this weird feeling in my chest. I never felt that whenever I break a girl's heart. But when she told me that she will just become a core memory made me want to rip my own heart out because it hurt.

There is something so painful whenever I think about laying with another woman who is not Kimberly.

"Hold on. Cover me." I told Connor when I heard knocks on my door. Fúck, I'm not expecting anyone. After I dropped her off her house, I went straight here to my dorm, so could it be her? "I'm logging off."

"What, dude?! We're about to win–"

I turned off my PS4 and tossed the controller on the coffee table next to the pizza box. I ran to my closet and quickly put a clean shirt on and sprayed some perfume on before I opened the door.

"Hey—" My smile dropped when I saw Donkey-Dom's stuck up face. I flashed my middle finger to Yamsuan—his snitch bodyguard who got me in trouble in the first place. Maybe if he didn't tell my brother that I was having a huge party, maybe I wouldn't be here and I wouldn't have met her, so I wouldn't have felt all these strange and crazy feelings for the first time in my fúcking life.

Maybe I wouldn't want to rage and throw everything within reach whenever I think about going back to Newport without her. Shít! 

"The fúck do you guys want?" Angil ko kay Donkey-Dom.

"Woah. What's gotten up your äss, cranky-pants?" Kunot noo niyang tanong. As usual, he is wearing a three piece suit with no trace of wrinkles. Hair is neatly combed to the side with gel. American flag's shining on his lapel like a politician that he is. "Good evening, Kuya Dom, I think,  is the proper response and did you just spray perfume on?" His nose scrunched up. "Were you expecting a girl?"

I glared at him and let him in, leaving his snitch bodyguard outside the door. Dom gave my living room a look when he saw the box of pizza and cans of beer on the coffee table.

"Your dorm RA allows alcohol now?" Sarkastiko niyang tanong. He knew that I always have connections to get what I want.

"Why did you come here?" Malamig kong tanong at tumayo lamang sa tabi ng T.V, habang komportable naman siyang umupo sa couch. He even crossed his legs like he's in a meeting.

"So, I heard you made your new pledge an errand boy.."

I huffed out a breath.

"Under the paper you made your Dean and chapter president sign, it says that you will make AKP's new members participate in "simulation activities", not do some power trip bullshít. So would you mind telling me what's going on?" Nanunuya niyang tanong.

I took a deep breath.

"His social skills will be well rounded after the errand I made him do, so it is technically part of stimulating activities."

"Don't be a smart áss." Sagot niya at inabot ang isang can ng beer na hindi pa bukas. It hissed open when he pulled the tab.

"It was his free time and it was just once." I  admitted but I didn't tell him that I couldn't stand being away from Kimberly even just for ten minutes that day. "The errand wasn't for free. I paid him thirty-thousand pesos for the ten minutes it took him to get the stuff I needed him to get."

"Thirty-thousand for ten minutes?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Check my bank accounts, I wire transferred it to his personal account."

He sipped the beer and put the can on the table before he nodded.

"Alright, I believe you. You might have diplomatic immunity, doesn't mean you can abuse it and do some illegal shít on the law-abiding citizens of this country.." He sounds exactly like a fücking diplomat and it is creeping me out sometimes.

Since Dom is an Ambassador of the United States in the Philippines soil, he has diplomatic immunity and that extends to me, his brother. Which basically means I can do illegal shít in the Philippines or any country that my brother is working in, and I will get away with it because of my immunity.

"You know it's nothing to me. I will apologize if it offended him. Now, get out." I said.

Dom's brows furrowed in confusion.

"What is so important about this errand that you couldn't do it yourself?" He asked suspiciously.

Kimberly Jane Wencezlao. Three simple words. I bit my tongue.

"Get out, Dom. Don't make me repeat myself."

He squinted his eyes at me like he knew something's not adding up.

"What's really going on, Elijah?"

"Nothing." Pinandalatan ko siya.

"Who is this girl you're so crazy about?"

I really hate the fact that he's my brother and he knew how to read me.

"Get out."

"Everything okay, bro?"

No.

"Yeah. What else do you need, if there is nothing, get out!"

"Well, for starters you can get good words in for me to that gorgeous political science professor. I'm not getting any younger maybe I should—"

I see fúcking red and next thing I knew I lunged towards him. Blood stained my skin when my fist landed on his stupid sharp jaw.

"Shut the fúck up." I growled as I held him by his collar as I got on top of him on the floor and have him another blow to his high-cheekbones.

He pushed me and punched me in my right eye. I pushed him on the wall and got the upperhand that I was pinning him on the surface while I killed him with my stare.

We were both glaring at each other. My heart pounded in anger and jealousy.

Fúck, I have it bad. I have never hurt my brother over a woman. Never. Until Kimberly Jane Wencezlao.

I am fúcking doomed.

"You don't touch her. You don't look at her. You don't ask her for anything. I will kill you." I growled.

Instead of saying anything, he spat out blood and smirked. Like he knew.

Hindi nagtagal ay marahas na bumukas ang pintuan at iniluwa noon si Yamsuan.

"I heard some noise, what is—" He stopped himself as he looked at my now messy dorm and our blood stained faces. Dom raised his hand stopping Yamsuan from grabbing me.

"Relax," Dom said calmly when I finally let him go. He fixed his tie like there was no blood dripping from his busted lip. His fierce and knowing gaze never left mine. "We're just having a family bonding."