One Roof With Five Hot Jerks

Maxine’s Point of View

I parted our lips, “My heart is yours to claim.”

We were about to kiss again when the door of the storage room suddenly opened. My eyes widened when I saw a man standing outside the room. He also seemed shocked to see us inside.

“W-What are you two-” the man couldn’t continue what he was going to say when someone spoke behind him.

“What is it, Reginald? What’s the matter? Why aren’t you going inside yet? Is there a mouse or something?” Based on its voice, I think the one who spoke was a man, too.

“Oh-uh… Sir Julio,” he turned to his back and seemed like he couldn’t say what he wanted to say.

“What? Move,” the man named Julio said. I heard it click his tongue before he pushed the man who opened the door. “What the fuck?! Crawford? And who is this woman? This school is not your playground, Mr. Crawford!”

Alyn clicked his tongue, “I’m not even playing.”

Does he know this man? Uhm, maybe? Because he’s wearing a teacher uniform. Maybe he’s one of Alyn’s professors.

“Not playing? What are you doing here with a woman? Explain it!”

Alyn sighed, “We’re just talking, and can you please not call her ‘woman’? She has a name,” said Alyn and pulled my waist closer to him.

Sir Julio smirked, “Why? Isn’t she one of your play things?”

“What did you say?” Alyn withdrew his hand and he approached Mr. Julio. “She’s not my plaything and she never will be.”

“A-Alyn,” I called him but I don’t think he heard me because Sir Julio and I spoke at the same time.

Sir Julio chuckled, “So, you are trying to say that you’re serious this time? Who’s this young lady here, anyway?”

“Hey,” Alyn uttered. “Don’t look at her if you don’t want me to pull your eyes out.”

What the- what is this guy saying? He was aware that he was talking to a professor but he still talked like that. Is he not afraid to be expelled? Gosh, this guy!

Sir Julio stepped backwards. He seemed scared of what Alyn said. Damn, really? Alyn is just a student, why is he scared?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Y-You…” Sir Julio pointed to Alyn, “Do you w-want me to bring you to the prefect! H-How dare you say that to your professor, huh?!”

“Oh?” Alyn tilted his head, “Bring me if you want. Don’t just utter a word and do it with action.”

“You’re disrespectful!” Sir Julio seemed to explode in a few minutes. His face turned red and I could see the vein on his head. He looked really pissed.

“Alyn, let’s Just go, hmm?” I said and touched the hem of Alyn’s uniform.

Alyn turned to me. He caressed my hair and smiled, “Okay.”

We were about to walk out the storage room when Sir Julio spoke.

“W-Where do you think you are going?! You’re coming with me!” He interrupted.

Because of that, we really followed him. I think the one who opened the storage room door earlier was one of the janitors in school.

When we arrived at the detention office, we sat at the chair in front of a man sitting on the other side of the table.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Julio?” The man asked Mr. Julio.

“These two were doing something naughty inside the storage room!” Mr. Julio reported.

The man in front of us turned to us. I looked at his table and saw a name there that said, “Protacio Alcazar”.

“What are you two doing there? And during the class hour?” Mr. Alcazar asked.

Damn, it’s so embarrassing. What if they think we were having sex that time? Aish. I won’t do it again if I survive here.

“We’re just talking,” Alyn answered.

“Is that true?” Mr. Alcazar looked at me.

I nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“Mr. Crawford is known for being a casanova in this school. If you’re one of his playthings, I think you should distance yourself from him-”

My eyes widened when I found Alyn holding the collar of Mr. Alcazar. I immediately stood up and held Alyn’s arm.

“Alyn, let g-go of him. What if-” I couldn’t continue when he spoke. Not to me, but to Mr. Alcazar.

“Who do you think you are to tell her to distance herself to me? We just come here to receive the punishment, you don’t have the right to utter nonsense. So, give the fucking punishment before I punch your face.”

“Y-You! Not because your grandfather is the chairman of this school you can do whatever you want! Let go of Mr. Alcazar now!” Mr. Julio growled.

I turned to him and let go of Alyn’s arm, “Don’t shout at him! He brought it to himself. Alyn was right, he doesn’t have rights to tell what to do!”

“You are a crazy couple,” Mr. Julio muttered while shaking his head.

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Byron’s Point of View

“Aish, I said let go of me!” I exclaimed.

What does this man need this time? Fuck, him! Does he think I already forgot what he did to me? He should be thankful that I didn’t sue him after remembering all the bullshits he had done to me. Arg, fuck! Just remembering it again makes my head aches!

“Let’s talk, Byron,” his grip tightened even more.

Is he trying to break my arm? Damn. Since when did he become stronger than me?

“What is there to talk about?” My brows furrowed even more, “Let go of my hand right in this instant!”

James closed his eyes and heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry of what-”

“Fuck you! Did you just come here to say that? You can just message me on my social media accounts! And I’m trying to forget that gross thing but you bring it up again!” Fuck. I think my head is gonna explode.

“Gross?” He scoffed. “You liked it too.”

My heart beats faster. What the fuck is he spouting?

“No I wasn’t,” I shook my head. “It was gross that I could die. All that you’ve done to me gross the shit out of me!”

His grip tightened even more. My eyes twitched because of the pain. He is really trying to break my arm!

“Try it to say that again one more time,” he gritted his teeth.

“I said it gross- hmp!”

My face soured when James pulled me to a kiss.

Fuck! Fuck!

I pushed him away with full strength. When our lips finally parted, I immediately punched his face which caused him to lie down on the floor.

We were in the Mansion. Is he insane?! Even if we’re in my room, how could he have done that? Damn.

I panted and wiped my lips, “You fucking homo… Get out!”

“Byron-”

“I said get out! Leave and don’t ever show your face to me!” I shouted. I want to cry. Why did he do that? How could he do that? Damn it.

He slowly stood up, “Byron, let me explain-”

“What is there to explain?” I clenched my fist, “Leave now before I call the police.”

He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh, “Let’s talk. I-I just want to tell you that-”

“Argh!” I groaned. I even pulled my hair out of frustration, “I said leave now! Leave! S-Shit.”

My tears fell down. And I think it was because of the anger I was holding back. I want to punch him over and over again but I couldn’t because I still think of him as my best friend. I… I can’t hurt him.

“Damn,” James muttered. “I-I’m sorry. Don’t cry, and I’ll leave, hmm? Please, stop crying.” He walked towards me and when I felt his hand on my shoulder, I immediately slapped his hand.

“Don’t touch me,” I uttered.

He nodded, “Fine. I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” He turned his back. He held the doorknob and I thought he will finally leave the room when he looked back to me again and said, “I just came here to say that I like you,” he smiled, bitterly. “I like you, Byron.”