Apartment 4F

15: How to almost lose one's virginity to a gay guy

Warning: Borderline(?) mature content (and some f-words).

On the drive home after a confusing night, Yue stared out of the window, quietly contemplating. Beside her in the driver's seat, her senior also didn't say anything much, the music from the car radio filling the silence.

The short time she spent in his company was enough for her to deduce that Dylan Xiong was a decent guy. Quiet, gentlemanly and kind, not to mention tall and good looking, but...

He just wasn't... well, he just wasn't Dylan. If that made any sense at all.

With a million thoughts racing through her head, she didn't even realise the car had slowed to a halt, until a gentle voice informed her that they had arrived at her apartment.

"Thank you," Yue turned to Dylan Xiong gratefully, "for the coffee, and for the lift home."

"No problem," he replied, "if you need any help with your coursework, or anything at all, please feel free to approach me. I'll give you my number and we can add each other on WeChat?"

He took out his phone. She also fished out her phone from her bag, but it somehow managed to slip from her fingers and drop into the gap between her seat and the center console.

"Oh - don't worry I'll get it," he reassured her. "Why don't you alight first and- "

"No it's okay I've got it!" Yue stuffed her hand into the gap from where she was sitting, but soon deduced that her arm wasn't long enough, and the phone was lodged too deeply inside...

After wiggling her arm around for a few moments, she looked up at him with a solemn expression.

"... It's stuck."

"What - your phone?"

"No... my hand."

Her senior looked like he was fighting the urge to laugh, masking his chuckle by clearing his throat. "I told you to let me get it... here, let me help you..."

Together, they worked to free her arm first. Then, he bent over her to slide the passenger seat back so they could retrieve her phone. After the entire ordeal, they were both startled by a loud thump on the roof of the car.

At first, she thought a tree branch had fallen on it, but the sound persisted, with reverberating intensity.

Bam.

Bam bam BAM.

From the passenger side window, she could make out a flurry of familiar silhouettes and voices.

Dylan Wang was pounding on the car.

Caesar - and Jia Qi? - were shouting for him to stop, and for her to come out.

Hastily, Yue apologised to Dylan Xiong for all the trouble, urging him to unlock the door. He looked uncertain, glancing behind her at the seemingly violent commotion outside. "Are you sure?"

She nodded.

The door was immediately wrenched open by a fuming Dylan Wang, who reeked of alcohol and looked angry enough to kill someone. Caesar was barely restraining him, with Dylan struggling violently in his grasp. From beside them, Jia Qi reached out and tugged urgently on Yue's arm. "Yueyue, come on!"

Still in a daze, Yue let her friend pull her out of the vehicle. Dylan managed to break free from Caesar's hold and slammed the car door shut with so much force she thought it would fall off its hinges. She spun around to face him.

"What is wrong with you?!"

Too livid to speak, he just stared at her, swaying slightly, his dark eyes blazing. She watched with disapproval as he lit a cigarette with a trembling hand, exhaling sharply in a ragged breath of white smoke.