It's been three days since the video of me had been uploaded on the internet, the whole thing has died down quickly. That’s the thing about the internet and the short attention span of the new generation, everything goes as fast as it comes. Yesterday, people were talking about multiple dry corpses were found in random places. Today, everybody talks about a cat spinning in a rave music video.
But it has been a hell of a three days for me. Alex and Lara had seen the swimming pool video and the picture of me with Dylan fooling around in the lecture hall. People even went as far as creating their version of the story, shipping me and Dylan in all sorts of romantic love stories. I had to spend a lot of time convincing both Lara and Alex that I’m not gay. Oddly enough, Alex never questioned my dick.
Throughout the whole ordeal, Hannah still shows no interest towards me. However, I had caught her staring at me and Dylan a few times in the lecture hall. Despite studying in different courses, we happened to share a couple of the same classes. Needless to say, she doesn’t look happy whenever our gaze met.
Well, as for Lisa, I rarely saw her due to the difference in our sleeping schedule. I don’t think she even cares about what happened outside her room.
Just as I thought that things couldn’t get any worse, they did. The day that I had become the hottest topic in the town, I went straight back home, doing my best to avoid any uncalled attention.
Upon reaching my home, I was exhausted. I ran up the stairs to my room and dived into my bed, wanting to sleep all my problems away .As I lay on the bed, I felt my legs were on top of something soft and fuzzy.
I sat right back up to check what it was and found that it was all the clothes that I placed in the laundry basket. I picked one of the clothes on top to take a whiff and sure enough, it had the toasty smell of clothes that were dried in the high heat of the dryer and a mix of detergent smell.
"Wait, I didn’t put any towel in the basket.” As I was prepared to put the freshly cleaned laundry back in my wardrobe, I noticed a towel was within it. That's the moment when something hits me, I realize the cum filled towel was no longer on the floor beside my bed.
My heart went cold, I was planning to clean it myself tonight but never had I expected Lara to help me clean it since I had purposely placed it outside of the basket, I was too careless.
Ever since that day, Lara had been purposely dodging me, there’s always something up that she would need to attend whenever we are alone together. The only time we had the chance to talk was at the dinner table where Alex and Hannah were around but never a direct communication between us.
Like a coward I am, I have decided to took up more freelancing jobs at night instead of facing Lara directly. I didn’t know how I should break the tension between us and I didn’t want Lara to feel uncomfortable whenever she’s around me, I wanted to give her more space and more time for me to think it through. Should I rent a room in the nearby apartment or apply for a student accommodation in the university dorm after all ? It will be tough on my budget but at least I don’t have to burden Lara any more.
It was ten in the night when I had completed a request requiring me to repair a jammed door. Throughout the year, I had forced myself to learn a lot of extra skills to earn extra income to pay for my daily expenses and tuition fee. I had done jobs including plumbing, locksmithing, computer repairing and so on. It was tough at first but all of this knowledge is available on the internet, you just have to be thick-skinned and say yes to every job available.
*Ding Ding*
Just as I was all ready to head back home, I received an app notification from my phone. Turning my phone on, it was a job request from the freelance app requiring me to pick up and deliver. The place that I was required to pick up the items was only five minutes away and I had to send it to a residence in Limerock Town, which was one hour away from where I’m at, if this job came sooner I would have accepted it but the round trip would be too long for me as I will need to leave Amarod City, the city I lived in.
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When I was about to decline the job, I hesitated when I saw the pay. The commission for the job was three hundred dollars! It was more than what I made today.
‘This must be a sketchy job.’ I thought to myself. I’m not stupid, three hundred dollars for a delivery job? Is most probably drugs or something extremely important that need to be delivered today and this is not the first time I have received high fees for delivery. To be honest, I’m a realist. For me, money is money, as long as I’m not paid to hit or kill someone, I wouldn't mind doing the dirty stuff. There’s a reason customers pick me. I don’t ask questions and I always complete my job, that’s how I earned my high rating in the freelancer apps..
After mulling over, I pressed ‘yes’ on the job request notification on my phone screen. ‘I could be back home before 1 AM. This should be fine.’
I put on my helmet and set my phone into the phone holder attached to my motorcycle dashboard. With GPS on the phone leading the way, it didn’t take long for me to reach a nearby subway station. Stepping inside, I make my way to the locker facility and pull up my phone to check the instructions.
Walking through rows of lockers, I scanned the number on the corner of the lockers, I paused in the middle of the row and re-check the number with the instruction in my phone before placing my finger on the keypad in the middle of the locker.
“2-0-1-2-2-4” I murmured as I inserted the pin number.
*Click*
The screen above the keypad blinks green and the locker popped open with a sharp click. I I pulled the locker open, inside was a rugby shaped package wrapped in multiple layers of bubble wrap and reinforced with duct tape. Stuffing the package in my school bag, I swiftly exited the subway station, not wanting to waste my time and the earlier I sent it, the better my rating.
*One hour later*
Parking my motorcycle in front of a mid-rise apartment building, I made a phone call to the receiver, wanting them to collect the package outside of the apartment instead of me going all the way up but nobody answered.
Standing in front of the building, I pressed the doorbell but to no avail. Heaving a sigh of frustration, I pressed and held the doorbell button, hoping for the best.
“Uh,huh? *cough* W-Who’s there?” A dry voice muffled with static can be heard through the speaker on top of the doorbell.
“I got a package for..er, Mr.Samson on the tenth floor unit number seven.” I responded and showed the address on my phone to the security camera above me.
“W-WHAT YOU SAY? LOUNDER, SON!”
“I GOT A PACKAGE FOR MR.SAMSON ON THE TENTH FLOOR UNIT NUMBER SEVEN!”
“COME IN!”
*BEEP*
Passing through the front door, a wrinkly old man with ‘SECURITY’ imprinted on his cap sits behind a L shape desk. He stared at me with his barely opened eyes.
“ELEVATOR, OVER THERE!” He shrieked as he pointed to the end of the hallway. At the end of the hallway had a big double door with a small green left arrow sign with ‘LOBBY’ printed in it, hanging above.
“THANK YOU!”
“WELCOME!” A smile spread on the old man's face before he placed the cap on his face and a loud snoring sound resounded throughout the hallway.
I proceeded toward the lobby and took the elevator to the tenth floor. It wasn’t long before I had arrived at the front door of unit number seven, I was about to knock on the door but the door was swayed open by the wind.
“Hello?” I leaned my body inside without stepping through the door to look around the dark apartment. “Mr.Samson, I got your package.” But all I was met with was dead silence. “I guessed the homeowner must have forgotten to lock his door before leaving.”
After much contemplation, I decided to step inside and leave the package in the living room or dining table, somewhere obvious. I can’t leave it outside, if someone steals it, all my commission goes down the drain. I just got to film a video of me walking inside and placed the package as proof of delivery. Easy.
“I’M COMING IN!”