Chapter 290.

Chapter 290.

Chapter 290. An Insidious Trap. (7/8)

When I finished the song, Jass was the first to speak up.

“Bro, you’re a traitor. What do you mean you can’t sing? You sang just fine.”

I ignored him, raised my legs up on the couch, and hugged them with listless eyes. That was too embarrassing. Why the hell did I have to sing such an embarrassing song for a guy? What sort of twisted new form of inhumane torture was this supposed to be?

“I thought we were in the ‘bad at singing’ club together. Could the reason I can’t win a girl over be because I suck at singing? The hell, it must be that. You can sing and have Rosa and I lost to a guy that can sing well. I lost to two guys who can sing. The world isn’t fair. Wait, actually. Alicia, your boyfriend, can he sing too?” Jass suddenly turned to Alicia with hopeful eyes. If she said he couldn’t, then he would probably have some hope left.

Sadly, the clueless Alicia said, “Uh... he can, I guess?”

“What! No way! Three for three? Damn, do I need to start taking singing lessons? Should I join the school choir or something?”

“Correlation doesn’t imply causation, dumbass. It’s just a coincidence.”

“No, there must be some merit to this theory. I definitely have to get better at singing to get a girl.”

“Well, you might as well use this chance to practice then, right?”

I tossed the microphone over to him. It was the perfect chance to weasel out of singing the next song.

“Huh? Hehe. Did you think I’d forget if you do this? You’ve still got another song to sing,” Jass grinned at me maliciously. Damn it, Jass! Why’d you have to remember!

He stuffed the microphone back into my hand.

Huddled up on the couch, I was subjected to another round of humiliation. I sang the song Alicia selected for me with dead eyes. If someone looked at me, they definitely wouldn’t be able to associate the singing voice as coming out of my mouth. Without a doubt, they’d think I was lip-synching and someone else was singing in my place.

I could only curse my young and naive self for being in the school choir in elementary school and band class in middle school. I’d rather suck at singing like Jass so it would match my gloomy image. Why couldn’t I be born a pitiful tone-deaf musically disabled sap without this stupid ability I never use?

I’d take knowing how to dance over knowing how to sing any day of the week. At least something like break dancing looked cool.

“Man, I seriously don’t get it. Why do you look worse off than the guy who can’t sing at all? Where’s the justice in the world?”

I looked up at Jass and scoffed monotonously, “Heh... there is no justice, there’s only pain and suffering.”

“You just need to stand outside the door and give a heads up to the people inside the room when someone’s coming back.”

“Huh? Why would...”

Rosa made the same gesture as before.

“Rosa! Hold up! Wait just a damned minute.” I couldn’t sit on the sidelines when she was trying to make this sort of arrangement in front of me.

“What’s the problem?”

“Alicia won’t be part of this bet. I’ll take up the bet in her place. I bet they’re just talking.”

“What! No way! You can’t go and do that. That completely defeats the purpose.”

“Alicia, you have no problem with an arrangement like this, right?”

“Huh? Uh... I guess it’s fine.”

“Well then, we should find out what they’re really up to now. I’ll go and check, you two can wait here and sing some more.”

I stood up only for Rosa to follow suit and latch onto my arm. “I wanna check it out too~ why go alone, let’s all go see together~ besides, you might just use this chance to escape if we don’t keep our eye on you.”

Damn, she saw through my real objective. I thought I’d done well up to this point, but she still hadn’t let her guard down.

The three of us exited the room together and first checked the washrooms. I entered the men’s washroom while Rosa entered the women’s. Alicia stayed outside, obviously to keep me from escaping.

When I opened the door the first thing I heard was the sound of a running faucet. I only came across Jass inside, there wasn’t any sign Zale had been here.

Jass was currently standing in front of the sink with his hands flat on the counter to support his weight as he stared down into the sink. He was blankly watching the water as it spiraled down the drain. He seemed down.

It seems like it’d be a pain in the ass if I said anything to him.

I snuck by behind him and looked inside the two open stalls. There was no sign Zale had been in here, it didn’t smell like anyone had used the toilet recently. Since I was here I figured I’d take a quick leak. I stood in front of a urinal and unloaded. When finished, I zipped up my fly, flushed, then washed my hands in the second sink.

I turned around ready to leave when Jass suddenly spoke up, “How cold man. You’re not even going to say anything?”