"So, speak. How did you cause this mess? Why didn't you use protection? Are condoms that hard to come by? Ha ha ha. Cum. Buy. Ha ha…" Oliver joked, laughing out loud.
His shift in expression eased the atmosphere.
They didn't feel as nervous as before.
But Arin was sweating bullets. [A/N: Autocorrect is f ing up a lot these days. And I seem to blind while I edit. Sorry. Fixed I. Or so I thought.]
"I thought you were a goody two-shoes with nothing going for you. It was shocking when I heard you impregnated some girl." Oliver muttered, scrutinising Arin's expression.
Arin bit his lips.
"So, give me an explanation, big brother," Oliver asked again.
In that manner, Arin began to explain his side of the story.
Supposedly, Arin had a crush on a girl. She was kidnapped by a bad guy and was almost sold into prostitution.
Like usual, Arin took on the role of hero and, with the help of his newfound friends, Victor and Stephen, tried to rescue the girl.
