Nightmare came to reality

At the time the five best pals saw Winston coming towards them with an awkward smile on his face, they frowned, so confused of what might be amusing him.

Winston with his both hands tucked into his pockets, wore a perfect smile on his face without him noticing.

Guess, he has gone crazy or absentminded or something. [Some one should please tie him up with a rope] Just saying.

"What's amusing you?" Billy asked sceptically. Even billy who barely asks Winston questions based on his too-top notch-level something, had to do so today.

A relief sigh left Winston as he exhaled. He bit his lower lip in a guys way and ran his fingers through his light brown silky curly hair.

Kingston and Princeton turned to face each other with an eyebrow upwards (What the fuck his up with him now?) Uh-huh, that's the question they both asked themselves within them.

The number of students ushering out of the building after classes are over, cause the environment to become even more noisy a bit.

Just one more stare at his friends, cousins and brothers, Winston understood the incoming words about to escape their mouths. The dudes can't stop staring at him.

He had told them he was going to talk to Stacey. Britney's course-mate which of a true, they all knew Britney will freakout if she finds out that such thing is going on between her brother and her best friend.

"Okay, I get it." Winston began to explain after eye-rolling at his guys. "I talked– I mean we talked and-"

His guys immediately cut him off, interrupting his statements even before he landed at the last bus stop.

Oops!

Someone needs to see the look on Winston's face after his guys had interrupted his speech.

"Did you got her number?" They asked in unison. All eyes widened, awaiting for a quick response.

Winston exhale helplessly, shaking his head with an helpless frown of why-do-you-guys-have-to-do-this-everytime?

"At least allow me finish first. I was about to say-"

"Hey baby," A slender girl in the age of his twin sisters, approached him. Wrapping her arms around Winston's neck, she stood right on her toes. So close to him without a single air hovering in their midst.

Anyone who sees them this close might think she is about to peck his thin pink lips.

The other guys stood with amazed eyes and arms crossed over their broad hard chest, while the romance drama is happening right before their presence.

"You never missed the daily morning messages and calls, what happened today?" Eliana asked as she slid her fingers over his bare muscled arms.

Instantly, Winston flicked her hands off him, as if she was an over used toilet paper, dumped in the refuge bin for months.

His blue eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. This is not the Winston everyone used to know. The Winston they all knew, is a professional freak when it comes to women's show. He could deal with more than five women in just one night. He never selected. Though, he always make his list choice of women. Most especially at clubhouse. i.e, strippers night.

"One more touch of your fingers on me, you'll be disfigured. and no manicure or pedicure can help for that. Trust me." His voice become cold like an iceberg in the ocean of glaciers.

Eliana had to retrieve back a bit. She is still in deep shock as her brows curved into a confused frown. The Winston she knew, would dare not raise his voice on her. But today, is like a nightmare came to reality show for her.