Chapter 183 Visiting Sam (1/2)

Kyle, Xing Han, Kay, and Sarah were at the dorm's lounge area, waiting for Beatrice and Betty to come down. They had agreed that all of them who stayed in the dorms to gather here first, then meet up with Ali at Sam's house.

Ali actually offered to pick them up and go to Sam's house together, but Kyle refused. He knew what sort of cars Ali had, and Kyle preferred to be low key. Turning up at Sam's house in Ali's extravagant car would be a bit too much. Kyle also told Ali to be less conspicuous and choose the less 'flashy' sort of car when he came over.

When they arrived at Sam's house, Kyle face-palmed himself when he saw Ali, who was already there and waiting.

He walked over to Ali, who was leaning on his car while waiting for them, and said while pointing to Ali's car, ”What? Really? This is what you call less conspicuous?”

Ali looked at his car, a Lykan Hypersport, the first supercar from his home country.

He loved its sleek aggressive angular design with massive right-angle brake lights on the rear. He had taken out the original headlights which were made from over 200 15-carat diamonds as he felt that was a bit too much for a student. It was safe back home, which he intended to put back once he graduated. Assuming he didn't get a new car - even though this one was $2.6 million.

”What? It's not my Koenigsegg or Bugatti, and I already downgraded this model,” Ali protested, referring to him changing the headlights.

”Your sense of 'downgrade' and 'low key' is seriously fucked up, Ali,” Kyle said, shaking his head as Ali mentioned cars worth millions in the market. The Bugatti itself was the most expensive car in the world, while the Koenigsegg was in the top three.

There were already people admiring the car, though they didn't dare come close. Kyle sighed and patted Ali on the shoulder, saying, ”Next time, get your driver to just drop you off or something. Try to be normal a bit, okay?”

Ali shrugged. This is normal. For him.

Rozita, Sam's mother, heard the commotion from inside and opened the door. When she saw who it was, her face broke into a huge smile, ”Kyle! Kay! You're all here. Come in, come in.”

She ushered everyone into the living room and went to the kitchen to prepare some drinks and snacks. Before leaving, she told them, ”Sam's in his room. Go right on in. He'll be glad to see everyone.”

Kyle led the way, knocking on the door first, ”Sam? It's us. Can we come in?”

When he heard the affirmative, he twisted the doorknob when he suddenly stopped. He turned to face Beatrice, Betty and Sarah and said, ”Wait here first.”

[Kay, accompany them first. Just in case Sam's not ... presentable]

Kay smiled, understanding. Sam was probably not expecting 'strangers' to also be there when he heard Kyle's voice, so he might not exactly be 'dressed up' for it. Kay didn't count as she was an Elite Five but he would most likely be embarrassed with the others.

The guys went in first while the girls waited outside.

They saw Sam sitting on the bed, his hair all messed up with bedhead while he looked at them groggily. His eyes lighted up when he saw them enter then frowned, ”Where's Kay?”

”She's outside - with the rest of the girls,” Xing Han answered helpfully.

”Huh? Who else is here?” Sam asked as he looked for his hairbrush.

”Sarah, Beatrice, and Betty,” Ali answered.

Sam's hand froze for a minute as he clenched his teeth and his eyes glazed over for a bit. Ignoring the pain that stabbed his heart, he took the hairbrush and attempted to tame his unruly hair.

”Give me a minute,” he said as he trudged to the bathroom.

Once inside, he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He clenched the side of the sink and took several deep breaths. He can do this.

If only he wasn't sick right now, then he can be stronger. He had made the decision, so he was going to stick to it. Act normally. Be firm. Don't be swayed.

He was telling himself that but he was feeling so weak and so ... urgh ... that all he wanted to do was just curl up in bed and not get out until they had all gone. Actually, he wanted to curl up with a certain bunny bolster but that was ridiculous.

He hit himself on the cheeks to wake himself up out his delusions and walked out.

Sam went back to bed, propped up his pillow, pulled the blanket over and hugged his bolster hard.

”I'm tired,” he mumbled, burrowing even deeper into the blanket.

What was the point of Sam brushing his hair if he was going to mess it up all over again by doing that? The three of them looked at each other, rolled their eyes and in unison, they said, ”Baby Sam.”

”Am not,” came his muffled response.