Ice on Records

Chapter nineteen: Gwen/Xayl

Gwen

"You think that's a huge fucking problem?" Vee suddenly spoke up after ten hours of staying silent ever since I told her I slept with Xayl. It was her first night at the Quinns Estate, and her mouth had been sown shut.

"Of course it is." I replied, dabbing my lips with tissues as we both ate inside our shared room. The staff and personals weren't allowed to eat at the dining table, so Vee just ordered Chinese takeout without even me knowing.

"Girl," Vee poured a quarter of baijiu to my cup before placing it down with a loud thud. "You know what I fucking did? I did the exact same."

My eyebrows knitted in confusion as I swallowed down a string of noodles down my mouth. "You had sex with Xayl too?" I asked in confusion, not exactly jealous. Or so I thought.

"No! Not him! But with someone he knows!" Vee exclaimed, her voice stringing embarrassment and disgust. I raised an eyebrow, my nose scrunching up as I processed her words. "His coach?"

"Fuck no!" Vee whined, burying her face on her hands as she didn't want to spit out who the fuck she had sex with. I get it, she's extremely embarrassed because her intentions and actions are clear it was a one night stand.

"Wait..." My mind processed momentarily, trying to think any other person other than Jake Alvarez, Xayl's best friend and the co-captain of Cypress Emberhawks. "Don't tell me it's Jake Alva–"

"Yes!" Vee confined, almost sobbing when she said it. I don't want to be rude, okay? But Jake is a crackhead. And I won't take it back. He got punched by Sheena last time I saw him all because he looked like a girl that was drooling over Xayl, which is specifically true.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna fucking say this. Jake looks like a cursed creature that was sent by a Móguǐ to take over the entire Chinatown before being thrown back to hell. I'm being sarcastic, no, he doesn't look like a creature, I just don't like looking at him, let alone talk to him

"Okay," I settled my oyster pail down with a thud, my voice almost dripping with sarcasm. "How?"

Vee sighed. And literally, she placed her chopsticks upright in her fucking rice. "Stop inviting the dead ancestors, bitch." I snatched the sticks away with a snarl, settling it down beside the pail as I looked at Vee for an answer.

"Erm, the usual one night stand reasons. You know, me go drunk, he pick me up and go to a hotel, me take his cock, him fuck me. The end." Vee explained sheepishly. Of course she'd go drunk every time her nights are free from disgusting old scumbags who has cancer and still daring to go flirt and try to seduce every hotshot nurses they get assigned.

"Why are you even brunette-blonde anyway?" Vee changed the topic with a spice about my hair. The only thing she knows about me is that my mother's side all have natural black hair—including her. But father's genetics for hair is as strong as his desperation to find me before that he died.

"My dad's genetics." I simply replied, not wanting to go and flow on revealing half of what I hid behind my built walls. I was a criminal in the past, and it could never change that I stole and went with the wrong people because my own mother wouldn't care to fucking feed me.

"Damn. You're a hot ass Chinese-American to look at, Gwen. Although, er, you don't look simply Chinese. You look more like a grumpy American living her life in New York and falling for a daddy doctor." Vee winked in sarcasm, and I just rolled my eyes before pouring down another shot of baijiu on my throat. My throat almost burned from the alcohol since I wasn't used to drinking before. Alcohol wasn't part of–

Knock. Knock.

Okay, fuck this. I want peace and quiet for the night, not a fucking knock interrupting my night of soothing calmness. It's a fucking disgrace to interrupt a night after a traumatic event the night before.