The Car Ride

                                    

                                          
"I said I can drop you to college as I don't have to go early today." 
"First, you seriously don't have to."
"Dunk, maybe you don't realise it but you invite a lot of attention from people!"
"What? Who said that? And what does that have to do with you accompanying me to college?"
"Bro, don't make me say it.."
"W-What're you talking about?"
"Well, I know what you did last night at the party."
Dunk went pale on hearing that from his brother. "How on earth could he have known? We were barely together." Dunk kept staring at First dumbfounded. 
"I see those hickeys you've been trying to hide since morning. Do I look dumb to you? Just tell me who gave you these. I'll deal with her...or him."
Dunk gulped nervously at "him", the little episode of the previous night dancing in his head. In his twenty one years of virginal existence, that was probably the most sexual thing he had done. He still needed to wrap his head around it. 
"Hello? I'm talking to you!" First raised his voice at him. 
For First, Dunk was still his little brother; very tender and ripe with innocence. He couldn't help but feel protective towards him, knowing all too well that Dunk had had quite a number of pursuers since middle school. At one point, he had to beat the shit out of a guy who tried to get really intimate with Dunk during the school's annual day. Therefore, it was important for him to always ensure that Dunk was not taken unfair advantage of. 
With a meek voice, Dunk began to speak. "First, I think you should trust me a little. I'm not a little boy anymore. I can take care of myself..."
"I'm not saying that you can't take care of yourself. I'm also not saying that you shouldn't enjoy a little at parties like that, but I don't want to find you with some sleazy fucker who just wants to get into your pants." First declared with a serious tone. 
"First! Come on! You should know that I'm not the type who would give myself to some rando. You're seriously overreacting." Dunk snapped at him. "Well, that sleazy fucker is a friend of yours. All this is happening because you made me interview him and now, he's all over me. How about that?" Dunk wanted to say it out loud. 
"Well, okay. I won't baby you anymore. But, I hope you can still confide in me if you need to." First's voice became a little tender. "But I'm still dropping you off to college. Now, get ready fast. I won't hear anything from you." 
***
The day dragged on for Dunk. Seated in a corner of his classroom, he made random scribblings in his sketch book. His mind, however, was elsewhere. He had not had the chance to share the details of his unlikely encounter with any of his close friends, let alone his over-protective brother. He thought that talking about it would only create unnecessary excitement among people, as nobody could still stop gushing over his interview the other day. His mind kept going around in circles, brooding over the absurd nature of events that had recently developed. Just then, his phoned beeped and he saw a message from an unknown number. 
"I can't stop thinking about you. You've seriously bewitched me."
Dunk froze momentarily and stared at his screen in astonishment. But he typed a reply almost immediately, hoping that it was not him.
"Who's this? How did you get my number?"
He got another notification, this time confirming his doubts. Dunk let out a tired sigh and opened the message.