"Fuck. Fuck. I'm dead," Mathias groaned, rubbing his temple as he stared at the fourteen missed calls on his phone screen.
Miguel (14 Missed Calls).
"Fourteen fucking times?" he muttered, swiping a hand through his messy black hair. His head was pounding, his body felt sluggish, and worst of all—he had no idea why Miguel had called so much.
Miguel wasn't the type to blow up someone's phone unless it was something really important.
With a sinking feeling in his gut, Mathias unlocked his phone and immediately called Miguel back.
The line rang once. Twice. Then silence.
He waited, tapping his fingers on his knee, before finally—
"Hey."
Miguel's voice was cold, clipped, and sharp as ever, but Mathias knew him well enough to recognize the worry hidden beneath.
"Yeah, what's up, bro?" Mathias replied casually, trying to sound as if he hadn't just been panicking two minutes ago.
"Whats'up, bro?" Miguel said a point of irritation in his voice "do you know how late it is and how many time I have called you?"
Mathias tried to answer but miguel continued "fourteen time I have called you fourteen time what where you doing"
Mathias didn't answered immediately trying to find a excuse but remembering who was miguel he knew he couldn't lie to him and he answered shyly "well... I was sleeping"
A embarrassing pause.Then Miguel let out a slow exhale. "Of course, you were. It's not like you drank yourself stupid last night or anything."
Mathias blinked. "Wait… I drank?" He frowned, trying to piece together the foggy memories from the night before.Mathias opened his mouth to argue, but then a flash of memory hit him.
He finally remembered the bar the alcohol and him drinking like nothing well of course for him it not like alcohol could do something to him.
"Oh… oh yeah. We did drink last night," Mathias admitted, rubbing his temples. He paused, frowning. "Wait. How the hell did I get home? I don't remember leaving."
"I didn't drink you did and I was the one who brought you home" miguel said coldly."you were so drink you couldn't stand up straight. I had to call a cab, drag your sorry ass inside and personally put you to bed"
A grin crept onto Mathias's face. "Damn, Miguel. That almost sounds romantic."
" shut...fucking...up" miguel said with a icy tone
Mathias chuckled."seriously though thanks man. If I didn't know better I'd say you were'nt actually worried about me."
Miguel was silent for a moment before replying, voice unreadable, "I was."
Mathias's grin faltered for half a second.
It was rare—very rare—for Miguel to admit something like that out loud. He always played things off, kept his emotions locked behind that indifferent, icy mask.But for once, he wasn't hiding it.
"Pfttt—ha ha ha ha ha!" Mathias burst into laughter, breaking the tension. "Come on, man! You were so stiff last night, I thought you needed a good drink. Maybe even a girl or two."
Miguel scoffed. "I wasn't stiff. I was just mad because I 'failed' my internship."
"Failing?" Mathias snorted." Oh come blud you didn't fail you got so many good review
And It was just two bad one."
"These two bad review are from influential people a d even when I got so many positive one the chef etablossement looked at me like I was some failure due to those two...bitches."miguel cursed coldly
The last word came a little late like miguel was searching to curse them more." They really couldn't handle the truth"
" oh come man how many they rate you" mathias asked.There was a pause and miguel answered" one star and a 3 paragraph bad review"
"Pfttt—ha ha ha ha ha!" Mathias burst into laughter again"one ha ha ha ha 3 ha ha ha ha ha"
"Enough." A voice who literally contain killing intend could be heard and the face of Mathias became pale
That single word shut Mathias up instantly.
The tone Miguel used—it wasn't just cold. It was sharp. Dangerous.
"Sorry...that was too far", miguel said with a indifferent tone
"Damn if I didn't know I could have thanked you weren't"mathias said
Mathias let the silence linger for a moment before changing the subject. "Anyway, what was with all the calls? Something happen?" He was trying to calm the situation.
Yeah. You need to get back to the university," Miguel said. "The director wants to see you. You're really late."
Mathias groaned, flopping back onto his bed. "Seriously? It's my day off!"
"Not anymore. You could say you have good news you literally have a new job"
"Wait really" mathias said " you are telling me I got it"
"Yes" the tone was cold
"Damn,great "Tell your dad I owe him one."
"Yeah, yeah. Now hurry up and get moving. You're already behind schedule."
Mathias sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm on my way."
"Good. See you soon."
"Dude that sounded like gay" miguel said before ending the call
Mathias stay flasgeberatted by the word""What? That's how people used to talk back in my day, dammit."
He stretched his arms over his head, trying to shake off the last bits of drowsiness. But just as he stood up, that feeling returned.The same strange, unsettling sensation that had been lingering since he woke up.
Like something was off.
he clearly couldn't understand why but he feel like something was not normal with this story like how the hell he got drink he shouldn't be drink.
He shook his head. "It's just me worrying. Nothing more".
Pushing the thoughts aside, he grabbed a clean shirt, threw on a jacket, and laced up his boots. If the director wanted to see him, then he'd better not waste any more time.
And then he go out,the fresh air of monday hitting him like a great welcome to the week. He should really hurry up." Oh fuck you mondays".