Chapter 184: Kylo, The Killjoy
Kylo seemed to be faltering, as he struggled with what to say. However, he finally shut his eyes tightly, shoving Fergus away, the latter falling butt-first to the ground.
"Dude, you’re not in love with me," Kylo said sternly. "It’s just lust. It’s always just fun with you, Cullen. Yes, you’re gay, but you don’t even try settling down with anyone. And for the last time, I am NOT gay."
Fergus felt like face-palming himself. For the love of everything unholy, why was Kylo so uptight?!
Even though he was frustrated inside, Fergus didn’t let that reflect on his exterior demeanor, as he pretended to be affected by Kylo’s push and words.
"Ow!" Fergus yelped, giving Kylo a pained look. Then, with a cracked voice, he spoke. "Why are you doing this to me, Kylo? You know you like me too. You can feel the pull too. We’re soulmates."
Fergus smirked secretly to himself when he saw Kylo retch at his words. He looked at Fergus, disgust and annoyance laced in his voice. "Soulmates my ass!" Kylo snarled, rubbing his forehead before continuing. "Listen, Cullen, there can never be a ’me and you’. Ever. The sooner you get that into your head, the better."
As Kylo turned to leave, Fergus suddenly recalled the reason he had interrupted Kylo’s training.
"Hey, what’re you even training for anyway?" He inquired, getting up himself and dusting his body.
Without turning, Kylo replied with a harrumph. "Cullen, this is something you wouldn’t be of much use in."
Fergus tilted his head. Oh, now he was even more curious.
With Kylo not looking, he took advantage of the situation. Fergus zoomed to him with his vamp speed, blocking his advancement. Kylo frowned, opening his mouth a little in surprise.