H.I.L.L.S : Dare or Dare!? [MewGulf] & [TayNew]

Chapter 36

Hi readers,

As V.L.A promised today, here's the next chapter. Enjoy and see you again after the weekend. Time to hibernate for me (V.L.A has hibernated since lunchtime! Huftt) !! Oh, by the way, V.L.A is starting her new business line in baking nowadays so you can imagine how busy she is currently. Here is some of the thing she made for sale. Wish her luck, people!!

Love,

J.X

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"Did you try to call him?", Mew asked irritatedly on the phone.

"Of course I tried. What am I? A moron?", God grumbled from the other side of the call.

Mew snorted, "I'm in front of his dorm room right now.I'll check if he's here..."

"OK. Just call me if anything..."

Mew hung up the call without replying to God. Weird. As Jen told just now, Art was skipping class today and it was not something that Art usually would do.

Mew tried to knock on his door for sometimes, but there was no answer. His knocks got harder to the point that some neighbors began to stick their heads in annoyance to find out what was happening. But as soon as they saw Mew Davis there, everyone immediately closed the door again. Mew Davis is a king, whatever happened, nobody dares to stick their butt in his business.

After he gave it a thought for some time, Mew Davis finally took something from his bag and started to pick the lock. Some people stick their heads again outside in curiosity. Mew Davis scoffed irritatedly as he looked at them...

"What? I don't want want to pay for the damage!", he scoffed as he finally succeeded to open the door and walked inside.

The room looked empty and dark, but Mew could see from afar that Art's bed was kind of messy, which means, he should have been sleeping here last night. So, where could he be right now?

"Hey, Art! Don't make me punch your face! Where are you?"

Mew closed the door and walked further inside to look for Art. He gasped in surprise when he saw Art was lying on the floor, writhing in pain.

"Hey, Art...", Mew called his name as he rushed to Art's side.

He hurriedly carried Art and put him back to his bed. His forehead was burning like fire and his face was red.

"Art... wake up, Art. Can you still hear me?"

"P-... P'Mew...", Art stammered weakly as Mew sighed in relief.

"Fuck! You scared me, Art. I'll get you a glass of water. Hang on, I'll call God to bring the car... I'll take you to the hospital..."

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