Jock Next Bed (BL) Chapter 132: Cheater

Chris didn’t want to eavesdrop, but curiosity couldn’t let him mind his business as he got closer to the closed door. Especially when he began to hear snippets of the conversation going on inside the room.

He crossed his hands and leaned by the wall, listening.

"You know I’m busy," Sky’s voice ca through the door, cool and sharp.

"I do not think you’re not," the other guy replied, his tone almost playful.

"Then stop asking . Ask soone else."

"I don’t want anyone else."

The fuck? Chris froze. Was this a love confession? What the hell is always happening in here?

The guy continued, "I don’t think I’d ever find anyone better than you—"

Chris was about to storm in. This guy must be out of his mind if he thought—

"—to tutor ," the guy finished.

Oh.

Wait... what?

Chris exhaled quietly, his hand still hovering near the door handle.

"It’s not even a serious class, Michael," Sky said, irritation creeping into his voice.

"But I need good grades. You said it yourself: we can ask you for help, and here I am asking."

"I ant the juniors. And my answer is no," Sky said firmly.

Chris bit back a grin. He liked it when Sky was cold to everyone else. It was... satisfying.

"You just want to avoid , right?" Michael pressed.

"And why would I?" Sky’s tone sounded impatient.

"’Cos you know I have the hots for you."

The smile slid off Chris’s face instantly as soon as he heard that.

What the fuck?

"I’m not in the mood for this," Sky said, voice hardening.

"Sato..."

"Look, Michael. I need to finish this up and go back out there. I don’t appreciate this."

Hmm, Chris thought. He could hear the strain in Sky’s tone, but Michael kept pushing.

He was torn between storming in there or letting Sky handle it. He wanted Sky to reject him. So he knows he had no chance.

It was quiet for a second before the boy spoke again, "I was kind of disappointed, you know."

"What?"

"For so reason, I thought you’d, you know... be into guys."

Okay... now, what was happening here.

Chris’s ears were practically burning as he eavesdropped.

"Why would you think that?" Sky asked, his voice sharper now.

"Co on. I’ve known you for years. I noticed you back in high school—always hiding away, covering up—"

"And that makes gay and not introverted?"

"Chill. I didn’t say you were gay. Even your friendship with Henry didn’t fully convince ," Michael said with maddening casualness.

Chris was seething now, barely restraining himself. He didn’t like this pressure Michael was putting on him.

"You may not know this, but I kinda saved your life a couple of days ago," Michael added.

Sky’s tone shifted. "What do you an?"

"There was this picture of you hugging a girl," he paused, "...passionately."

Chris’s eyes narrowed.

Sky sounded alard. "What... picture?"

"It was going to be uploaded, but I beat the shit out of him and made him delete it," he paused again before asking, "So... you were dating Ash’s sister the entire ti? I kinda assud there must have been sothing going on between you and Ash—"

Ash’s sister? Chris’s head spun. When the hell did that happen?

It had to be recently.

Sky had abandoned him to go hug her passionately?

"Who... who else saw it?" Sky asked, his voice tight, ignoring the other statent about Ash.

He wasn’t denying that sothing like that must have happened. Which ant he had really done it.

"Just ."

There was a pause.

"Okay, okay... maybe a couple of guys," michael added. "But don’t worry, they won’t spill. I made sure of it. You know how your admirers at school would tear you apart if they found out you were dating soone. Plus, it’s exam season. I care about your grades—just like I want you to care about mine," he added the last part quietly.

There was a subtle hint of blackmail in that tone, which made Chris snap back to his senses.

He knocked firmly on the door, and the conversation stopped dead.

Footsteps approached, and when the door opened, Chris found himself face-to-face with Michael.

Oh, co on!

The guy wasn’t just so random idiot—he was annoyingly attractive, one of those jocks Chris had seen around and even briefly comnted on with Rachel when he passed one ti.

"Hey, roomie!" Michael greeted him with a wide, obnoxious grin.

Roomie? This guy even knew who he was. Fantastic.

Chris forced a tight smile, fighting the urge to scowl. If he did anything else, it would be clear he had been eavesdropping. "Hey, is Sky here? I need to pass a quick ssage him."

"Sure," Michael said easily, opening the door wider.

Chris stepped in, his gaze imdiately locking on Sky’s back as he stood at the counter, fiddling with the blender. The machine roared to life, drowning out the sound of Michael picking up one of the protein shakes.

Michael clapped a hand on Sky’s shoulder, but Sky brushed him off with a sharp flick of his arm.

"I’ll see you," Michael said, giving Chris another infuriating smile before walking out.

The mont he was out, Chris locked the door and strode across the room to this cheater.

Sky didn’t turn around, busying himself with the blender like nothing had happened.

He wanted to play? Okay then!

Chris didn’t hesitate. He reached for the plug and yanked it from the socket.

The blender whirred to a halt, but Sky still didn’t turn. He just sighed heavily.

"Should we really act like I am not in here right now?" Chris asked him, not even annoyed that Sky was clearly avoiding him.

"You saw in the cafeteria today, didn’t you?" He asked further, pushing him.

Sky finally turned to him, his expression unreadable.

"There were a lot of people—"

"I asked if you saw ," Chris reiterated, coldly.

Sky squared his shoulders as he answered, "I may have."