Drogo: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter two part four

I immediately back away from him, seeking to put as much distance as possible between us. His friends laugh salaciously.

> No, thanks.

Loan > You don't know what you're missing. Reason more for trying!

What a jerk!

> And what about your girlfriend, Samantha, what does she think of it?

Loan > What about Sam? I'm talking about you and me. There's something between us and I know you feel it too.

Yes, I do feel something, my hand, it's itching to...I glance around desperately but the street is deserted and some students pass by in the distance not paying any attention to us.

Loan > Come on, Lina. Loosen up a bit!

He's getting far too close to my liking, blocking my way. I'm stuck. I can't stand it! This jerk and his gang of friends don't scare me! If he doesn't back off now, I swear I'll spit in his face!

> I'd back off if I were you.

I don't impress him at all, not one little bit! His laughter sends cold chills down my spine. He takes hold of my waist and draws me against him. I don't really have the strength to hold him back. This guy is built like a badass! He holds me firmly and his lips approach mine dangerously. I decide to knee him in the groin. He brusquely drops his grip and walks away grimacing.

Loan > Argh?! What's wrong with you?! We're just having a bit of fun, that's all!

> Having fun?! For fucks sake, Loan! Leave me alone!

His friends are now laughing at him. Obviously, he's not used to being resisted. His quarterback status must titillate all the girls on campus. He glares at the other two who immediately shut up and turns to me, looking more proud than ever.

Loan > My car's not far, I'll take you home.

> Have you lost your mind?! After what just happened, do you really think I'm gonna get in a car with you?!

Given the turn of things, I walk away! I prefer to walk a good half hour rather than fall into his dirty trap.

Loan > Wait... Lina...

He catches up with me, blocking my way, his expression contrite.

Loan > I think we started off on the wrong foot, you and me...

> Don't waste your breath. I have nothing to say to you. Goodbye Loan!

I've only known Loan for a few hours, but one thing is certain: he's more of a blowhard than a blowhard itself! The situation is starting to get out of hand. He stays in front of me, a little superior smile fixed on his lips. His friends join him laughing at my expense. I promise myself never to wait for the bus on my own again! A bright red sports car drives past us then brakes suddenly. It backs up immediately and stops level with us. The driver's window slowly lowers revealing Drogo's confident face, he glares at Loan.

Drogo > Well, well if it isn't our official quarterback! What are you doing around here? Have you lost your ball?

Drogo speaks to him like he would to a little puppy who has lost his toy. Loan clenches his fists. Until now I hadn't seen him with this expression: he suddenly seems very angry!

Loan > Mind your own business, Bartholy!

Drogo bursts out laughing. At first glance, one would think that the situation amuses him, but his way of fixing Loan coldly translates the opposite.