5. Not a girl

Adonis' POV

"What?! Online!? What is she doing online at 1 am? Who might be she chatting with?"

Ah! This girl! I lost the mood to read.

I close the comiXology website where I had just started reading a new comic, along with all of the other tabs in the background before placing my phone near my pillow. With a sigh, I close my eyes and try to sleep, but it seems like I won't be able to get any sleep today.

Why is she playing too hard to catch? Does she actually hate me? But, what did I do?

I mean all the girls seem to like me, except her. Why only her? What should I do now to make her fall for me?

I roll on to my stomach and squirm my face into the pillow, feeling frustrated. I came here just to spend time with her but she is mad at me for coming. It's been a month already. I think I'll have to give up on her, if she doesn't like me back even after this camp.

"I'm..I'm sorry."

Wait! What's that?

Is she talking in her sleep?

I roll on to my back and sit up on the bed, only to feel goosebumps littering all over my body. Cause it was a guy's sound! And he was whispering 'I'm sorry' again and again!

They didn't say this room was haunted!

I quickly fall back on the bed and close my eyes tightly, pulling the blankets up over my face, but the same voice keeps apologising making me tremble. My heart is beating fast and I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack. At last, gathering all my courage, I open my mouth and shout.

"Stop it ghost! What are you sorry about? You are already dead! Go to hell!"

"No! Please don't dismiss me! I won't do something like this again. I'm sorry!"

"No! I am dismissing you! You have no place here. Go back!"

And the ghost suddenly starts sobbing. What the fuck! Do ghosts actually cry? Wait! Is it actually a ghost?

With trembling fingers, I grab my phone and switch the flashlight on before turning it towards the other bed. And the sobs were actually coming from there. Elena seemed to be sobbing in her sleep!

Is she crying cause she also heard the ghost or was she actually the one talking earlier? But it was really a male voice!

Wait! Is she a boy?

I slowly crawl out of the bed and switch on the lights before walking towards her bed. She has covered herself fully with a blanket, even her face. As I reach near, the sobs ceases, making me more nervous.

I didn't know whether to expect my roommate's face or a scary ghost's face underneath the blanket. I prepare for the worst and mustering all my courage, stretch my hand and pull off the blanket from her head.

Phew! It's only her.

And she was sleeping peacefully like a baby, except for her wet eyelashes.

I bend down and look under her bed. There was no one there. I then look around the room and quickly check inside the wardrobe and bathroom, making sure nobody except the two of us is inside the room.

So it was her talking earlier!

I walk back to her bed and stare at her face, feeling confused. Maybe she just got a male voice that comes out only when she gets scared??

Her face does look a bit masculine. Wait! Is she wearing makeup? I move a bit closer to take a better look and she sure is wearing makeup.

It's then I suddenly notice something! Her hair is fake! The bangs has slipped off on one side, revealing darker-coloured hair.

Wow! Is she actually a boy? What about her uhm...tits? I slowly pull down the blanket a bit more and press my hand on her boobs. She didn't have any response and the tits felt like sponge.

Wow! This is hilarious!

I couldn't help but burst into laughter and pull off the brown wig from his head, revealing his original black hair.

Gosh! This is just so ridiculous and hilarious!

I laugh out loud looking at the brown mass of hair in my hand.

I look back at his face and he has finally woke up. A panicked expression sits on his face.

"Oh my Gosh! I can't believe this! Wow! Just wow!" I laugh at him dropping the wig on the floor and clapping my hands. "Now tell me, who are you?" He looks too shocked to even utter a word.

"Okay, I'll first call the teachers. Wait a minute," I say and go to grab my phone from my bed.

"No! Please..." he says in a panicked voice.

I turn back and laugh at him. "Dude, what else should I do? You're clearly an imposter. And I caught you. I need to report you. It's great I got Mr Alberty's number earlier!"

"Please don't call him. Listen to me..Adonis, please.."

"Oh yes! I'll first click a few photos of you before I call everyone," I say and go back to him, opening my camera.

"Say cheese!" I chuckle and start clicking his photos while he try to cover his face with his hands. "Hey, don't do that, little girl! Show me your pretty face."

And suddenly he starts crying. "It's not like I- I wanted to do this."

"What do you mean?" I look back at his face, only for him to start sobbing like a baby. It's then I notice he looks really young. And he is actually kind of cute.

"How old are you?" I ask him.

"Seventeen," he sobs.

"Seventeen? Really? You don't look like you are seventeen. Don't lie now."

"I-I will really turn seventeen in a few months."

"Okay, so you are still sixeen. What's your name?"

"Theo..Theodore."

"Okay Theo, are you actually a student of Eastwood?"

"Yes.." he hiccups, tears rolling freely down his rosy cheeks, making me kind of sorry. He looked like a scared little puppy. No, he actually looked like a scared little teddy bear. He had a tiny cute mole on the side of his right eye. And then I notice something else. He is wearing contacts. His blue eyes are also fake!

"Take those contacts off," I tell him. For some reason, I wanted to see his real eye colour. I guess it's probably brown.

He nods to me and takes the lens out from his left eye to reveal beautiful green eyes, just like the forest!

I felt impatient, waiting for him to take off the contacts from the other eye and when he finally did, I was almost taken aback, staring at those mesmerizing forest green orbs. This boy was breathtakingly beautiful!

His long thick eyelashes were wet. I bend a little and stretch my hands to pluck them off. But soon he winces in pain.

"It's real?" I ask him. He nods.

"Wow! I haven't seen such long eyelashes in a boy." I mumble and move away.

He blinks his eyes and another tear bead, slithers down the corner of his left eye.

"Are you gonna be in Grade 11?" I ask him. He nods his head.

"Okay, stop crying little one and explain everything," I say and sit down on the edge of his bed, taking a closer look at his green eyes. "Why are you disguised as Elena? Is there actually a girl called Elena at your school?"

"Yes..she is the best artist at school. She..she got selection for this camp."

"She got brown hair and blue eyes?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Yes.." he nods. He was really looking like a scared little bear and it was too cute.

"And you were accusing me of cheating earlier," I chuckle.

He glances at my face and quickly looks down, biting his bottom lip. "Are you going to tell the teachers?"

"I should. Shouldn't I?"

"No.." he shakes his head and looks up at me again.

"Why?" I ask. He looks at me with pleading doe eyes. I couldn't help but smile and pat his soft locks. He shivers a little at my touch.

"Please don't report me. I'll tell you everything."

"Okay let me think. So, why are you here instead of Elena?"

"She is Johny's girl friend and she and Johny wanted to go on a trip together but her parents wouldn't.."

"Wait, who is Johny?"

"He is my cousin."

"Oh okay. So, her parents wouldn't let her go on a trip with him, so they decided to use this opportunity, making you attend this camp disguised as her, right?"

"Yeah.." he nods his head, vigorously.

"And why would you agree to such a stupid plan?"

"I- I don't know. I.."

"So, where do your parents think you are?"

"They think I'm with Johny and his friends on a trip."

"Wonderful!" I let out a sigh. "I think I should report this," I say and get up from the bed.

"No..no..please.." he suddenly grabs my arm.

"Look Theo, this is serious. I don't know what your cousin is doing with that girl right now. Her parents believe she is here. What if something happens to her? And anyway you're soon going to be caught. So, it's better I report this soon," I say removing his hands from my wrist. But then again tears start welling up in his eyes.

"Johny likes her. He won't do anything to her. She will be safe."

I leave a sigh and sit back on the bed. "We can't be sure."

"If you report this, I'll be dismissed from school and then they'll send me to some boarding school. They already hates me," he sobs.

"What?" I frown. "What do you mean?" I was confused. Who apparently hates this beautiful innocent boy?

"My Dad and stepmother hates me. They'll be so mad if they know this," he says and another trail of tears make their way down his cheeks. I suddenly feel a pang in my heart, seeing him cry like that.

"Gosh! Stop crying. If you knew you'd be in so much trouble, why did you even agree to such a risky thing?"

"If I don't do it, Johny and his friends will bully me."

"He bullies you?" I frown at him. "Why can't you just tell your Dad?"

"He doesn't like me. He likes Johny more."

"Oh c'mon, he is your Dad and he has the responsibility to protect you. And why would he like your cousin more than you?"

"Because..." he hiccups. "Cause I never lived with him. I was with my mother in Japan. But Johny has been around him all the while. He is more like his son," he breathes heavily and looks down at his lap.

"So, where's your mother now?" I ask.

His lips tremble. "She is dead."

Shit!

My heart skip a beat seeing him trying to control himself from breaking out into further tears. Seems like he is still not out of the trauma of his mother's death.

I didn't know how to react. "I'm sorry," I say and move a bit closer to him, patting him gently on his back. That only causes the tears to break free and cascade down his cherub cheeks.

Ahh..this is so tragic!

I couldn't make myself to ask him what happened to his mother or when she died. But I ask him, "How long is it since you're living with your Dad?"

"One and a half years," he mumbles.

Oh! So, it's only a little while since his mother died.

Looking at the kid, I wanted to somehow comfort him, but I didn't know how.

"Can't you please report me? I promise I won't cause you any trouble," he says biting down on his bottom lip.

Ahh! What do I do? This is messed up!

"Okay, I'm not telling anyone."

He instantly looks up at me and gives me a tight lipped smile. "Thank you, Adonis," he says and wipes away the tears with his fist.

"Hmm..you're welcome," I leave another sigh. "Now, go wash all that make up off. It's all ruined and you look awful."

"Mm.." he suddenly giggles. It's then I notice he has beautiful dimples on his cheeks that pops out when he smiles. I can't help but keep looking at him in wonder as he happily crawls out of the bed, kicking off the blankets.

"Thank you so much, Adonis!" He smiles widely, showing those cute dimples again and suddenly hugs me, taking me aback. Then he pulls away rather awkwardly and runs off in direction of the bathroom.