Chapter 68: Chapter 68

"Uhh, Coach? Could we have a bonfire tonight?" Zaire asked suddenly and all eyes turned to him.

A bonfire?

Quinnel with a satisfied smirk, leaned back as he continued eating the pasta in his mouth.

"A bonfire?" Navaeh asked and Quinnel immediately turned his head to her.

"A bonfire sounds nice! Let's do it." Jake agreed and Quinnel looked at him and smiled.

His mind drifted to thier boys conversation some hours ago after he had dropped Navaeh at her floor.

***

He was going to his room when he paused upon remembering what caused his fight between Navaeh and himself.

As much as he would not like to do it, he sighed and turned walking to where he recollected to be Jake's room.

He stopped in front of it and glared at the number "66" that was engraved in black colour on the gold plated plate right on the door.

He moved his hand up to press the doorbell when the door opened and his hand froze in air.

Jake and Zaire were staring at him while he simply blinked at them.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

The three of them asked simultaneously and they blinked again.

Zaire looked behind him to Jake and Jake was staring at Quinnel while Quinnel was staring at both of them his eyes traveling between his best friend and Jake.

"What?" Quinnel asked suddenly.

"You're in front of Jake's room," Zaire pointed out popping his head out of the door looking at the back of the door to check the number to see if it had miraculously changed into theirs.

Maybe that was why his best friend had lost his way and found himself here. Cause the Quinnel that he left about 1 hour ago, would never ever stand in front of Jake's room.

Not to talk of, what? Ringing his doorbell?! That would be the most absurd thing he had heard that year!

"Uhh, I know," He replied in a low voice.

Zaire looked away from the gold plated room number that had the number engraved in black in shock.

He knew?! I'm sorry, what is happening? Can someone pinch me?

"So what are you doing here then?" Jake asked crossing his arm Quinnel looked at his arm before he sighed staring at the floor.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked and Jake looked to Zaire before he nodded his head since Zaire was the one still holding the handle to the door.

Zaire shrugged and pulled the door open all while eyeing his friend's actions. Jake stepped back into the room walking further to his bed leaving the two friends at the door.

Quinnel let out another low sigh as he stepped forward to step into the room only to be stopped by his friend pulling at his forearm.

He looked up to see Zaire looking at him with a raised brow. He mirrored his actions and Zaire glared at him before he gave up with a huff.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a whisper so Jake wouldn't hear but his voice was stern.

"I came to talk. Obviously. I'm not holding a gun neither am I holding a knife, so I'm obviously here to talk," Quinnel snapped and Zaire raised a brow at him again.

"Talk? Since when did you talk to Jake? Cause the last time I checked, you didn't like him cause he seemed kind of close to Navaeh which you didn't like," Zaire replied with a frown.

"You seriously don't have to say that out loud! Shut you mouth, please!" Quinnel replied and Zaire rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Fine. Sorry. Come on in then," Zaire replied stepping back.

"Why, thank you?" Quinnel replied sarcastically and finally stepped into the room.

He looked around and was amazed to see everything in here was for one person.

There was a white couch in one corner that had 5 throw pillows of colors black and white on it filling the couch that there was no space to sit on except you took off a throw pillow.

There was a mirror, very close to an entrance of what he presumed to be the bathroom, that was wiped clean that he could count how many holes was on his face without any difficulty.

The bed was a giant king size one with about 5 pillows on each side of the bed that he wondered how people slept with 5 freaking pillows!

But still, the rooms were to be used by two people the last time he checked. So did two guys sleep on the same bed? But it wasn't the same with his and Zaire's room.

"Hold on, don't you have a roommate?" He found himself asking before he could control his mouth.

"I live here alone," Jake replied like it was the most normal thing ever. It was like he was talking about the weather!

The room had at least costed a few thousand dollars! And two people had to share. So how come Jake got to stay in one alone?

"How come?" He asked again and Jake looked up from the white slippers on his leg before he sighed at Quinnel.

"My parents heard it was two people per room and since they practically paid for the whole trip– I have no idea why they did it though – they said I should have the best pertaining to the money they volunteered. The coach said it would be good for me to interact with people more pending on... The past... but my parents weren't having it, and so they paid for this room and told me to stay in it alone. So here I am. All alone. In this stupidly huge room. All the time," Jake replied with a shrug as he glanced around the room.

It was all materialistic. He knew his parents wanted him to have the best of things since they wanted to make up for the past that they weren't there for him. His Mum had quitted her very high end paying Job to stay at home with her children before Betty, Jake's younger sister also had to face the same fate as her brother had done.

"Woah! Your parents are that huge of a shot?" Zaire asked exclaiming as his mouth dropped open.

He didn't bother asking after the room as he had presumed the two roommate were sleeping on the same bed.

It was now that he was thinking that he was really a dumb person. Why would two guys sleep on the same bed?!

They weren't gays for Goodness Sakes!

"I guess you could say that," Jake replied nonchalantly while Quinnel blinked at them.

Now he had nothing to say.

"Well, I guess it's time to get into why I actually came here," He murmured and both eyes turned to him.

"Oh right. What's up?" Jake asked resting one leg on the bed and the other crossed above the other.

He was looking directly at Quinnel who blinked for the nth time before he sighed.

"Well, I- I thought you liked Navaeh and that's why I've been a jerk to you since the first day you came."

"Navaeh?! Oh no, please No. God, no!" Jake was quick to retort shaking his head with a light laugh.

Quinnel looked at him like he had grown two heads before Jake pursed his lips.

"Right. Sorry. No offense. But I'm just friends with her. And it's obvious you like her! I don't do after my friends neither do I go after someone like, no offense, Navaeh," He replied with a shrug.

"Someone like Navaeh?"

"Yeah, someone like her. I don't know if she would want me to tell you this but I think it's best you heard it from the horse's mouth and not from mine. And moreso, I think I'm falling for someone else actually."

He was talking about the fact that Navaeh like Quinnel and he didn't want to after her and end up being the one to be hurt with the broken heart.

Unrequited loves were nonsense to him.

"Huh. I wonder what that is," Quinnel murmured and Jake looked to Zaire with an understanding look.

Zaire's eyes met with his and they nodded at each other in understanding.

"What are you guys nodding about?" Quinnel asked his eyes traveling between his best friend and Jake.

"Nothing," Jake replied casually with his signature shrug but he added a wave to it this time around.

"Anyways, we cool?" Quinnel asked looking at Jake who shrugged again.

"As long as you're cool with me and don't you ever raise your hand at me without a warning, we can be friends," He replied and Quinnel raised a brow.

What was this dude talking about?

"Sure, whatever," Quinnel replied extending his hand for a shake and Jake jerked back almost immediately.

When he saw Quinnel was just extending his hand for a simple handshake, he blinked at his hand and gulped slightly before he took the hand cautiously.

Adrian had lied to him once that he wanted them to be best friends with no more fights between them and when he extended his hands for a handshake, Jake was happy as hell. He immediately took the handshake and that was the greatest mistake of his life.

"Dude, you okay?" Zaire asked and Jake shook his head slightly before he looked to Zaire to see he was still holding Quinnel's hand.

Like he was burned, he let it go almost immediately and slipped his hand into his pocket for safety with his eyes looking everywhere but Quinnel and his best friend.

"Let's have a bonfire tonight," Zaire said suddenly and both eyes snapped to him.

"A bonfire?"

"Get over here. Excuse us Jake," Zaire stood up and pulled his Best friend to the window.

"Look out," he ordered and Quinnel eyed him before he did.

The waves of the ocean were repeatedly crashing on each other. Seagulls were still squawking as they played in the ocean even though it was already in the evening and the sun was already setting.

"There is an ocean here?" Quinnel asked gaping as he turned his neck to the two boys in the room.

They nodded and his mouth hung open.

"Yes! Let's have a freaking bonfire!" Quinnel cheered with a grin.

Jake shrugged. Hopefully this bonfire was not worst like the last one he was at.

***

"A bonfire? I guess that would be fun. Sure, I'll ask for help with the hotel for the arrangements."

"Sweet!"

"Do you guys have a location in mind?" Coach asked and Jake looked to Quinnel and then to Zaire.

Then they looked to Coach.

"We do."