Chapter 12

Conrad's POV

"I'm sorry, man," Johan says, not knowing what to say. The door to the room opens, and a flour-covered Albert appears. He looks at me and then sets his eyes on Johan. It's an intense gaze, and you can tell there's much more behind it than others can imagine. Albert is a quiet guy, part of the jocks, good at football, likes the sea, and loves taking photos in swimwear. Though he's quiet, he has a huge ego and shows it through some actions. His hair is gray, he has small, beautiful honey-colored eyes, and a slim build.

"Good morning," Albert mutters, taking his gaze off us. He opens the bathroom door and looks at it with annoyance. "I hate drinking alcohol."

"Same here," I say, still with a headache. My friend doesn't say anything; he just stays silent and looks at both of us, waiting for us to interact more. "I drank so much that I feel like I could vomit on someone. I need to fuck or find a pill in this damn house."

I run my fingers through my ha