Written by Feathers.
The chef stretched his hand and as I held unto his palm in a bit to pull him up, he dragged me to him and I fell to his chest.
The door opened at that moment and I quickly struggled to stand, I turned and saw Scot.
“Scot!” I called and his face turned pale.
He walked out without saying a word, I ran after him and said; “It’s not what you think.”
“I saw you on hīm, if I had seen hīm on you, I would assume he was tryïng to rãp-e you, do you love him already?”Scot asked.
” Common Scot, how can I love that evil man? I wanted to help him up and he pulled me to him.” I pulled, hoping he believes me.
“You can explain to your boyfriend, I really don’t care.” He said and we both walked outside the building without exchanging any word.
I should not have tried to help that silly chef. I do not like the fact that Scot would be thinking that I’ve got something for him.
After we arrived home, Scot said; “I have cooked for you.”
“Thank you but where were you this morning? I was really disturbed?” I asked as I walked to the dinning.
“To do some tests.” He replied.
“Test? What is the test about?” I asked?
“Are you my mother or what? Must you know what it was about?” He asked.
“Tell me already.” I replied.
“Well, I can’t perførm on bëd, I already knew that for a long time, I just went to test today to see if there had being changes, but….sadly…” He paused and swallowed.
“You can’t perform? like your d+—!k is not working?” I asked.
“Yes. You are not my girlfriend anyways, you shouldn’t be worried.” He said with a very sad look.
I felt sad too and worried so much, what kind of predicament must have befalling him.
“Why do you feel comfortable telling me?” I asked.
“You like to hear what makes you feel better, I would tell anyone anyways.” He andwered and I pouted my lips.
After I was done eating, I walked hurriedly to my room
I buried my head between my palm and was wondering how I could help Scot, there has to be a way out.
He is not complete as a man without being able to perførm.