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Chapter 17: Good Monday

Keanu had a good time last weekend with Hunter, he really loved the company, and he felt so blessed to be with a guy like him. And Hunter had the Sunday night peaceful before things got awkward between them when he met him at the station. That dream nearly spooked him.

At the university's campus this morning, Keanu's English class at the 100-building ended, and got his mid-terms results from his English professor with a kind smile. His classmate, Robin Rains, followed, receiving his results and rolled his eyes.

The students smoothly left the classroom as Keanu and Robin were the last ones to leave. The young raccoon-man was an inch taller than Keanu without the ears, he wore a short-sleeved black and gray flannel, unbuttoned, showing his white undershirt, and dark-gray jeans.

"What did you get, Keanu?" Robin asked with a small smile, mildly interested.

"A," Keanu softly said. "The class is so easy. And you?"

"B minus, as usual," Robin's voice sounded optimistic about it but rolled his eyes.

"Is that normal?"

"Don't bother my grades, Keanu, I'm doing fine," Robin assured him. "Hey, have you seen Oliver?"

"No, I haven't, I mostly see him in History class this afternoon," he explained. "Why?"

"I take History tomorrow morning and I asked him to let me borrow his history textbook because mine came out deformed from the book factory that made it. It has some missing pages and awful glitch-colored pages. I cannot believe I paid 30 bucks."

"You can borrow mine if you want?" Keanu offered.

"No, no, you have History class today and I don't want to take it when you need it--"

Keanu collided with another student passing by through the crowd in the corridor, almost dropping to the floor, but Robin got him on time. "Hey, watch it, buddy! You could have hurt him."

The ferret-man turned at the wolf and the raccoon, the latter getting him up. "Oh, it's you," he spoke bitterly at them with a menacing glare, scanning carefully at Keanu. "Sorry, but you, too, should watch out," he turned back where he was heading and left.

"Shit, what's his problem?" Robin grumbled as he watched him walking away.

"Uh, he got suspended from playing last football match," Keanu explained.

"Oh, what did he do?" Robin was now curious.

"He kicked a mop bucket in the library and spilled it from the second floor and drenched it upon me."

The raccoon stood there astounded on what he said. "Wow, that's rough, buddy. You're okay?"

"Yes, I hope I don't bump into him again," Keanu said a little distressed.

Robin had to change the subject or things get a little gloomy. "So... where are you going after English class?" he placed his hands on his hips.

"Um, I got to get going with my homework for art class, I'm heading to the soccer field to draw them live."

"Oh~," the raccoon mused. "I envy you; I should have signed for that class this semester, but I couldn't."

"If you want... you can come with me and see my works," he offered.

That is when he realized. "Oh no! I don't want to burden you, I have other things to do, but... thank you, Keanu. See you!" he waved at him and left for their separate ways.

The raccoon was not ready to meet his idol in person yet, although he was getting text messages from him, and happy to reply or chat with him in their free time.

In the early afternoon, Keanu brought his sketch pad and pencils with him for his class assignment, but he wasn't going alone, Milagros was joining with him, and Xavier had to also do his homework too.

The soccer field was occupied by the athletes, exercising, and practicing for the next big game. Xavier was there with Sol and Broderick, practicing some moves and kicking the ball at the goal.

Coach Soto was kind enough to let them borrow some of her players as their practice session was near-over. Spicer, the team captain, let Xavier, Broderick, and Sol model for them as the two canines, and a few students who came for the assignment, sat on the bleachers and drew them live without taking pictures with their phones. It was a good thing they were under the shade, today was very sunny.

Broderick posed as if he was kicking the ball with his knees like juggling. In freeze-frame, he had one knee up, standing in one leg, and arms in distance from reach.

Xavier posed as if he tried to stop a ball from passing the goal line. One leg stretched and the other one kneeled as if he were about to leap on the left, and one arm stretched at his limits with an opened palm.

And Sol made the infamous Neymar pose, he laid on his back, held one knee with both hands, and writhed on the ground, crying in pain.

Keanu had fun with Sol's pose which he achieved the agonizing features of Sol's face when someone was in pain.

"I wanted to do the chilena as Ronaldo did, but..." Sol said and shrugged.

"You have to be airborne to do that," Xavier said, "and I don't think you want to spend an hour with one leg sticking up in the air and support with something to hold on to."

"Hey, can I try a different pose?" Broderick asked Milagros, he was losing his balance.

"Sure, try as if you were stretching your legs for warmups on the ground," said Milagros.

"Um, Xavier," Keanu said, "about the other day at the tournament, what made you laugh so... boisterous?"

Xavier stayed in the same pose as Keanu drew him. "Ah, your cousin mistranslated a phrase that I said."

"What did you say?"

"I said 'mámame el bicho' which means 'suck my dick' out of exasperation after we lost."

"I like where this is going~," Sol sneered on the ground, writhing.

Xavier ignored him and continued. "The word bicho in most Latin American countries means a bug, but in Puerto Rico is slang for penis. Your cousin was partially correct on her translation which made me laugh. Spanish is a complicated langue that even the Spanish-speakers had met confusion when interacting with other people of a different country."

Milagros added in, "You should hear how they call straw on every Latin American country."

"Yeah, I say_sorbeto_, but Milagros says popote which to Colombians sounds to them a literal giant poop. I had a Colombian professor back in high school and she called straw as pitillo which is slang for the marijuana cigarette in our country."

"Is Spanish really that complicated?" Broderick blurted out, stretching one leg.

"Yeah, and remember that one time you asked a Mexican waiter for a chocolate cake?" Milagros said, resisting a chuckle.

"Yeah," Xavier said as he adjusted his pose, "he looked at me weird when I said biscocho instead of pastel."

"What does that word mean to Mexicans?" Broderick said.

"Vagina. Apparently, I asked the waiter for a chocolate pussy."

The guys laughed. "Oh my..." Keanu felt he asked too much. He went back to drawing and spoke to the reindeer. "So, Broderick, are you still mad that you lost again?"

"Nah, I'm good," he said.

"He was still mad, Keanu," Xavier stated bluntly. "Was mad... he just let it out of his system by kicking the ball relentlessly at me and Sol."

"Okay, maaaybe I'm still mad for losing the special board," Broderick smiled awkwardly on the floor.

The session was ending, and the few students had left, but Milagros and Keanu stayed for a little while. Keanu was finishing up with Xavier's pose; he added the blurring ball heading for the goal to Xavier's left opened palm, and he wrote the dates and his signature in one corner for the final touch.

"Wow, that looks great, Keanu," Hunter said from above.

Keanu looked up from his sketch pad and was met with his good friend Hunter, towering over him with a smile. Keanu quickly analyzed what he was wearing, it was his workout clothes; a short-sleeved green and white t-shirt, a pair of trousers with the same color that compressed his muscular form, black running shorts, and shoes. He was holding a bottle of water in one hand.

"Hey, Hunter, uh..." Keanu had to say it. "Is that your Halloween costume, the Wii fit trainer?"

Hunter snorted a laugh. "What? No, these are my workout clothes," he said, pulling the collar of the shirt which slapped back compressing.

Keanu chuckled. "Sorry, it's just that... you look like a video game character or a superhero wearing that."

"Ah, I see," Hunter sat down next to him which Keanu smelled a strong odor coming from the bigger wolf, a mixture of sweat and deodorant spray that kept fighting the musk, but it was bearable. "Can I see the pictures?"

"Sure, I'm done with them."

While Milagros chatted with Sol, Broderick, and Xavier, Keanu shared his latest works with Hunter. He showed his newest favorite picture, Sol reenacting the Neymar pose. Hunter laughed and praised the detail of Sol's pretending pained expression. Xavier's freeze moment about to stop a ball from crossing the goal line, and Broderick juggling with a ball with his knees.

"They're very good," Hunter said.

"Thanks, art class is going great."

"So, you told me I look like a superhero wearing this, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, what is it?"

"Do you want me to pose you today?"

"Uh, well, I have already done my..." Keanu saw him smiling at him, how could he deny that handsome smile? He quivered a smile. "O-okay, maybe one more picture," he pulled the next blank page and picked his pencil.

"So, what do you want me to pose?" Hunter asked.

"Umm..." Keanu thought with the pencil's eraser under his chin. "Uh, put one foot on the bleacher... yeah, like that, and ball your hands on your hips--yeah like that! And puff your chest, too."

"That was easy," Hunter snorted as he stood in a very familiar position.

Keanu moved for a better angle and drew his pencil on the sheet of paper as Hunter stood there like a statue in a very heroic manner. Keanu was having fun, getting to know the physical characteristics of his formed frame. He really looked cool wearing that workout attire.

"Are you done?" Hunter asked, he lost track of time by standing there and doing nothing.

"Yeah, I'm almost done, you can relax now," Keanu told him.

Hunter finally moved and sat next to Keanu and see his little masterpiece. Hunter whistled in admiration. "Wow, impressive." Just like where he stood before, he could finally see himself in a different angle, drawn in pencil.

"Thanks, but they're still more to add like shading and stuff."

"Don't forget the cape!" Hunter quipped.

"Oh, good idea, I'll do that," his white fluffy tail wagged and turned to Hunter. "So, what brings you here, Hunter? I wasn't expecting you to come by."

"Oh, I saw you and Milagros heading here when I was working out at the gym, it has big windows, you know."

"Oh, I see, so... you work out, huh?" Keanu softly asked with a small blush.

"Yeah, three times a week; Monday, Wednesday... and Friday," he picked a bottle of water and drank the rest of its cooled liquid. "Ah, feels good when you let out some steam."

"Mm-hmm, you look very healthy too, you know?" Keanu complimented.

Hunter looked at him after closing the lid of his water bottle and smirked, he lifted his left arm and flexed. "Wanna feel it?" Hunter said confidently.

Keanu's ears twitched and flushed at what he said. He looked at the curling arm flexing, it was impressive. The short sleeve of the shirt did not leave much to the imagination of Hunter's brown-and-white arm. Keanu rolled his eyes and chuckled to hide his reaction and took the offered opportunity. He placed his hand on the bulging bicep, which felt warm and firm, and let out a raspberry on each squeeze, the wolves laughed at this. Keanu had to admit, it was a very strong arm.

Hunter laughed as he rested his arm on his lap with the other. "What was that?"

Keanu shrugged. "Just fooling around, you big-goof," he stuck his tongue out.

Hunter ruffled his white-furred head between his pointy ears playfully, Keanu chuckled, his smile was just precious.

"Hey, am I interrupting something?"

The wolves turned at the voice, it was Sol standing by. Hunter said, "Oh, not at all."

"Hunter, can I talk with you in private?" Sol requested.

"Yeah, sure, Sol," Hunter shrugged. He turned to Keanu who was blushing. "Excuse me, Keanu."

Keanu nodded understandingly and let the two talk, he joined with Milagros and others who were chatting.

Hunter and Sol moved further to the far end of the bleachers with enough privacy to talk.

"So, what is it, Sol?" Hunter asked. "Any good news?"

"Yeah, but first, how are you feeling?" Sol sounded genuinely concerned and serious.

"I'm doing good," Hunter shrugged confidently. It was always nice when someone asked how they were feeling today.

"A little nervous about the prank?"

"Yeah, a bit, but I'm doing fine, working out helps me to ease some tensions."

"Good, good, you always spend an hour at the gym, right?"

"Yeah, as usual."

"Okay, this Wednesday, I want you to save energy, so do a half-hour workout that day."

"Right, makes sense, if I come there exhausted..."

"He won't make a move on you if he sees you all tired and impotent."

Hunter snorted; he was feeling good today. "Impotent."

"Well, I see you're taking this like a breeze, Hunter. I'm glad to hear it."

"And what about Natasha?"

"She's doing fine, she's been rehearsing, and she even sent me a video of her reenactment. Though I don't have my phone with me, she's quite the actress."

"Sent it to me later, I'll see it later. Sol, are you sure this prank will go well?"

Sol patted his shoulder which an enthusiastic smile. "Hunter, this prank is going to be great!"

In the afternoon, History class with Professor Sheehan ended. He handed over the results to his students of last week's mid-terms. The professor called them by name without forming a line.

Keanu got his results as he sat back on his desk chair, he got an "A" and wrote his signature in one corner to confirm he saw his results as instructed by the professor.

Hunter, back to his casual clothes, received his exam and sat on his seat; he got a "D" minus. He knew history was not his strongest, but he was falling behind severely if he kept this up.

"Mr. Montana, can you meet me in my office after class?" said Professor Sheehan behind the desk.

"Sure, Prof," Hunter replied. He was the only one being called, the other students were not called in either.

After a short while, Hunter made it to Professor Sheehan's office. Being a new employee at this university, his office was still in need of decorating for his liking, but he did not have the time for the semester. Only a few things like a picture frame and an hourglass timer.

Hunter took a seat as the human professor kept a composed optimistic smile. "Mr. Montana, the reason that I brought you here is that you have so far had been failing in my history class. Your first exam was fine at first, a "C" minus, I recall. And now I see you had not made any progress. Is there anything alright in your working environment?"

Hunter was confident he was doing fine in other classes, but history was his issue. Hunter told Professor Sheehan about his thought.

"I see," said Professor Sheehan, "I guess you all need is a tutor or someone who can help you with your troubles. I can guarantee some of your classmates would be happy to help you."

"Yeah, sure, I guess I can ask Keanu to help me."

"Are you friends with Mr. Winters?"

"Yeah."

"Then you should have known he is doing great in History class, if you're friends with him then you should've asked him for help."

Hunter was so guilty and tried to justify. "Well, I thought I could nail this exam... but I guess I was wrong today."

"It's alright, Mr. Montana, you'll learn your mistakes. I am sure Mr. Winters will be happy to tutor you for your needs."

"Sure, I'll tell him right away."

It was the afternoon and Hunter met with Keanu at the station. Once he told his issue, Keanu was baffled. "You're failing History class?"

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't tell you, but it just happened now. Professor Sheehan told me that I could use some help."

"What grade did you get today?"

Hunter rubbed the back of his neck, looking away awkwardly. "'D' minus."

"'D' minus!?"

Hunter raised his hands in defense. "Hey, easy, that's why I'm telling you this, history is not my strongest grip, you know."

Keanu quickly calmed down. "Well, I guess I can help you, but Professor won't be teaching this Wednesday afternoon, so we must wait next week for his next subject this November."

"Yeah, right, we have that afternoon free. So, when do we think we can study together?"

"We can study at the weekends at home, and you can come with me to the library."

"Yeah, sounds good, text me when you're free and I'll come."

"Sounds like a good plan," Keanu smiled. His tail wagged, happy to help him.

The wolves boarded the tram-train and took their seats. "So, about Wednesday," Keanu spoke, "what are you going to do?"

Hunter shrugged. "The usual, take my morning classes, hit the gym, and..." Hunter carefully thought. "Not much. Though, I'm going to be kind of busy in the afternoon with Sol that day. And what about you?"

"Oh! I'll be leaving earlier; I'm going out in the afternoon with my aunt to search for a Halloween costume."

"Ah, good, do you know what you're going to wear?"

Keanu shook his head. "I don't know, but I'll check out at the party store."

The day passed without more trouble which Keanu was glad about it and the same for Hunter after hearing his Wednesday's agenda.

At Starlight Plaza, Keanu was preparing for bed, but he looked at his today's artworks for his art class. They were good, all three of them, plus the extra he made. Maybe Prof. Zamora would give him extra credit. Keanu scanned Hunter's portrait, standing bright and proud with a grin. Just thinking about today that afternoon made his heart flutter, and a bit more excited when Hunter offered him to feel his arm muscle. His tail wagged at the thought.

Keanu had a good Monday, despite the little encounter with the ferret that morning, he had fun with his new friends at the soccer field, especially with Hunter.

Tuesday was a breeze, Sol and Hunter discussed a few more things about the prank until Wednesday finally came around the corner.