Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Kidnapping in the dark alley.
"What do you mean by that? I studied my ass off," Draven asked, still dismayed that he had to repeat another course.
The professor sighed. Apparently, he had called Draven to his office for a heart-to-heart discussion.
"Are you sure arts is for you? Because from my perspective, you’re terrible in it. So terrible that you literally got a 4/100. That’s poor, so poor that I nearly got an eyesore," he smacked his lips as he explained his sheer disappointment.
So this was going to be his fate. He wasn’t born smart, but he had at least tried to read. Yet after everything, he still had to rewrite the course.
"So what do you suggest, sir? You gave me a chance to rewrite a second time because you knew my parents. Can you give me one more chance?" Draven requested. Even though it was slim, he still wanted to go on and prove that he still had the brains.
Maybe not to a genius level, but a pass was still granted.
"Hmm, a tough decision to make. But know that I don’t normally grant this. I can see your struggles and how you fought to get a pass in my course. So Draven, you can rewrite it, but after this time, it’s not allowed again," the professor stated.
"I’m going out of my way to help, and it’s against the rules. One more thing: find a tutor, someone who will take you in for studies like this," the old man suggested. Draven thanked him, bowing and bouncing out.
Hands inside his pockets, he strode down to the staircase of the storey building where Charles waited.
He stood there anxiously, gripping his bag.
"So what was he saying about your course?" Charles inquired. Draven facepalmed himself.
"I am a disgrace, Charles. Just this course, I can’t pass it. So what does the future hold for me? How do I make my parents proud if I don’t complete my college with good grades?" Draven questioned no one in particular. Where he stood now, any more fails and he would be asked to withdraw, no matter the bribery. What a shame if the public heard that he couldn’t pass a course even after rewriting it several times—a big scandal waiting to blow.
Charles understood his friend, but he too had an exam the next two days, the same day Draven’s test was scheduled. Helping couldn’t be guaranteed because the nature of the exam Charles was preparing for needed his full concentration, and he might not be able to help Draven.
"So you can’t help? Charles, I really need help," Draven begged, but he was stranded too. He was in a tight spot where his grades were suffering due to his inability to study.
"You know I can do anything for you, but right now I can’t help," Charles explained. Minutes later, he got a call, and that was his cue; his after-school lessons were starting in no time. He hugged Draven and rushed off, whispering a final message.
"Get home fast and don’t stay out too long. Maybe after class I might see what I can do." And that was it; Charles had vanished, leaving only him to his fate.
Even at that critical time, he still thought of one person: Daniel.
Why did he keep failing? Was it because he was constantly distracted? Even when writing, all that came to his mind was Daniel’s full lips, slender body, and emerald eyes...
Those bewitching emerald eyes that kept on tormenting his dreams till now.
Aesthetically, he jumped over a barricade and jumped on his power bike. While riding, he forgot to check the fuel count, so he continued to drive till the bike began to make a weird sound.
The sound was like a woman in pain, and it made Draven panic because he loved the baby so much and didn’t want anything to spoil it. So he parked it in a corner, attempting to call a mechanic who could fix it up for him.
While making a phone call, on the other hand, his eyes didn’t see the men in black who stopped their car upon noticing a red-haired guy in joggers and sneakers. He wore a chain and a stylish one earring that matched his bad-boy style.
He was talking to someone on the phone who hung up, making him hiss in disappointment.
"All these workers can be so untrustworthy. Isn’t the distance close? Why can’t you come and fix my bike? The money is no issue, for Christ’s sake!" Draven spoke amidst his frustration, his anger making him grab his hair.
Okay, he would wait. Maybe call someone to come and pick him up, perhaps one of his friends. But checking his battery percentage, to his dismay it was 2 percent, close to the last bar.
Fuck!!! No, this isn’t happening now...
So he quickly dialed the number but got startled when he heard a blaring sound from behind him. Draven looked, and it was a trash can, an empty cover that was rolling.
God, that scared me for a minute.
"Are you sure he is the one?" a huge, bulky man questioned, and the other slim one, covered with heavy tattoos from top to bottom, brought out his picture, showing the image of Draven to the giant-like man.
"He is a beauty..." another man exclaimed, a shorter one with massive hair and pimples that covered his face like feathers.
"Yeah, a stunning one that could be fucked by us..." the bulky one stated grimly.
"Are you guys sure about this particular guy? Like, why would Adrain order his death?" another slim, tall guy among them questioned, seeing no reason in committing another murder.
The short one just laughed, his pheromones lashing out in the air.
"I love bitches, and he looks like one of those gay fuckers around. So after making him my bitch and making him suck my balls, he will then be butchered by me specifically." The short man’s vile words echoed ominously in the air, and for a strange reason, it filled the men with newfound energy.
One by one they came out, a total of seven in number.
Driving to a corner, the same desolate street Draven was waiting on, and shoving the car into a parking lot, they quickly hid in the shadows, tiptoeing after Draven.
With them were weapons of various lengths and sizes, formidable and perfect for a massacre.
Draven, who was so invested in his phone, didn’t know that danger was closing in. Getting a dark aura around him, he tried turning, but a black cloth was tied around his mouth as he was swiftly willed away.