Chapter 5 : JUST LET IT FLOW

I showed up at school looking battered and bruised.

Um, don’t read too much into that. I know what you guys are thinking, since technically I barely got to sleep last night. -_-” But I swear nothing freaky happened last night! I swear!

Well, how was I supposed to get to any sleep last night with Phun next to me?! Sure, we kind of know each other, but like I’ve said before, we’re not exactly close. (In fact, we’re not close at all, period. We’re barely acquaintances who happen to walk past each other at times.)

Therefore, how does anyone expect me to share a bed with him? At his own house? The closest I’ve ever been there was just the garden (over 2 years ago). So to just upgrade our relationship status out of the blue, where I spend the night with only the two of us? It was too soon. Plus, everything that has happened so far has only been within a day.

I simply wasn’t prepared for all of this.

But to be honest, it was okay spending the night there. I wasn’t too worried. I took a shower, I changed into his pajamas. (I usually wear a tank top to bed, but I figured I should stay covered up for my own safety.) We even chatted a little bit. At first, we were gonna play his fancy Xbox 360 since he asked if I wanted to. But I wasn’t really in the mood. In the end, Phun turned off the lights and we went to bed.

Since his family’s rich, his bed is gigantic. We could’ve rolled around all we wanted. In fact, 3 or 4 people could probably sleep on that bed comfortably.

But I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this.

Nong Pang suddenly opened the door.

Phun grabbed me. (He was on the other side of the bed, and we even had a body pillow between us.) I was just about to fall asleep when he hugged me.

He was hugging me! This really did happen! ########## it!

I tried my best to break free. I tried shoving him off of me, but I just couldn’t compete with his strength. This jerk is so freaking strong! He looks skinny, but you can’t underestimate him. And another thing, he was in a position where he had the advantage. All I could do struggled under his arms.

“Only for a sec.” He whispers to me to calm me down so I’d stop struggling. He then pretended like he was just waking up and popped his head to look at his little sister who was standing there expressionless. She was in shock to see her older brother embracing his boyfriend on the bed. (Take a look carefully! I’m trying to resist him here!)

“What is it, Pang?” Will these two siblings just finish talking and go away already?!

“I…brought more blankets…since I was afraid p’Noh might be cold…” She looked so shocked, yet there was a hint of happiness on her face. Oh, no. Nong Pang! What was going on in your head?!

“That’s okay, Pang.” Phun told her, I could feel that he was hugging me tighter.

I pretended like I was dead and was no longer aware of what was going on in this world.

“P’Noh won’t be cold.” I didn’t need to open my eyes to see what kind of face Phun was making. I knew what kind of expression Pang had on her face too.

Why do these two siblings insist on causing trouble for other people?!

“Right…I forgot. Hehe, I won’t bother you then. I’ll lock the door for you.”

Click.

And then we slept separately that night. Neither of us was using the blanket (just to be fair since there was only one). Phun turned the A/C to 25 celsius so it wasn’t too cold. At any rate, I had a very difficult time sleeping.

***

Back to the present. The second I open the classroom door and enter, everyone is staring at me.

What? Never met Dome before?

“What? Why are you staring at me?” I ask them while I throw my (Phun’s) school bag on my desk. I try to avoid the gazes of my classmates. I just don’t them to start getting suspicious. (But I forget that doing this makes me look suspicious.)

“Whose school uniform are you wearing?”  ##########. How the hell did Keng know? He really is capable just like his name.

“What do you mean?” This Noh wouldn’t give in that easily! I don’t care if I’m right or wrong, I just wanna argue. Although I’m avoiding his gaze, I wonder if he’ll believe me.

“Why are you trying to deny it? It’s pretty clear that this isn’t your uniform. That is not your student ID number. It’s also way too big for you, unless you shrunk last night.” He’s so ########## perceptive!

“Plus, that’s not your school bag either. Yours have that lame sticker on it, this one doesn’t.” Look at him dissecting every little details!

“So…where did you sleep last night? I was waiting to playDotA with you last night but you never logged on.”Basically, you knew about this even before you saw me this morning? Why did this ########## have to go on and on in the first place?

I sigh and give Keng a weary look as he tries to get the truth out of me. Om is there with him nodding as a backup.

“Yeah, I wasn’t home last night.”

“Wow, wow, wow! So which girl were you with last night?!”That fucking Om. Always spewing ##########. If I was with a girl, then why would I look like I’m over everything like this?!

“What the ########## are you talking about? I got stuck with that Phun from class 1 all night.” That’s all it takes for Om to suddenly back up from his chair. Keng comes in and lifts my arms, pats my back and checks my condition.

“So you finally lost it to a guy. I knew it. How was it? Did it hurt since it was your first time? I heard Phun has a big one too.” He’s so ########## quick-witted when it comes to the most fucked up things. Does Phun really have a big one? Wait, no!

“ ########## off! I just had to talk to him about something. But it was getting late so I slept over. That’s it!” Om finally returns sitting next to me. I’ve had it with that ##########.

“Since when are you close with Phun? I thought you two barely know each other.”

“It’s that stupid Ngoi’s fault. He’s the reason I have to be close with Phun. Oh, right. I took care of that 20,000 we needed for our club.”

“Don’t tell me that you sold your ########## to Phun!”

Smack!

That really hurt my hand but I just had to. I’ve had it with Om!

“Ow! Why’d you do that?!” He still has the nerve to ask me that.

“I saw that you kept spouting bullshit so I had to help you since it looked like you couldn’t breathe with much ########## in your mouth. How do you always come up with these stupid ########## ideas?” I keep on insulting him while I take a look at my watch. It pisses me off since there’s still a lot of time left before classes actually begin. How long do I need to keep listening to these guys?!

…If when time passes by, for so very long, will you have forgotten about me by then?

A phone rings, it’s “Do You Miss Me” by Cocktail is playing. Om has been using that ringtone for the past 3 months (I’m starting to get sick of it). But it helps by being the bell sound ending this boxing match. Sigh. I feel a lot of relief now that I won’t have to keep listening to them being smart asses. I give him a mocking grin before I pull out my homework to see if I had finished everything. But then I look back up, he’s the one giving me a mocking grin in return.

“Your mom’s calling.” What the hell? My mom?

I burrow my brows as I curiously stare into the LG phone’s screen. I open my eyes wide, “Tell her that I’m not here.”

“What? She’s your girlfriend though. Why are you playing hard to get? What’s wrong with Yuri? Well, I don’t like her in that way, so what am I supposed to do?! Plus, I’m not good with dealing with girls, especially one that keeps chasing me around like she does.

Om doesn’t get any answers from me. He gives me a shrug showing that he doesn’t really care before answering the ringing phone. I pat him twice on the shoulder to confirm the plan. He brushes me off as if to tell me that he already knows.

“Yes? Noh…isn’t here. I haven’t seen him yet.” Good. Very good.

“Oh…hahaha. You’re so clever, hang on a second.” What?!

“Your mom realized what we were up to.” He covers the phone with his hand while whispering something I’m not in the mood to hear. I don’t understand. I don’t know how. How does this girl always catch on to everything?

In the end, I’m the one who has to let out a huge sigh and accept that black rectangular phone from Om. “Yes? What’s up?”

“How come I couldn’t get in touch with you at all, Noh?” I can hear some chatters in the background mixing in with her cheerful voice. She’s probably at the school now. I think about that with a wry smile on my face.

“My phone’s battery died.”

“How come you weren’t online last night?”

“I spent the night at a friend’s place. Is there something you need, Yuri?” Would she please just get to the point?!

“Oh, hehehe.” The sound of her laughter is completely untrustworthy. I’m sweating even though the A/C in our classroom is blasting away. “Wanna go grab a bite together later today?” I knew it.

“I have a club meeting today, I won’t be leaving until very late.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be waiting at Siam Center. Baanying restaurant, on the second story as usual.” She decides on everything on her own. This is Yuri. Unfortunately, I’m the type that can’t really say no to people. Especially with Yuri, that’s even more difficult. (Speaking of which, I can’t really say no to Phun either, can I?)

“I might get there really late.” This is the best I can do. -_-”

“That’s okay, I’m in no hurry. See you then.” She tells me in her cheerful tone before hanging up. In reality, Yuri is a really nice girl. She’s not picky. She doesn’t get cranky. She doesn’t need to always have things done her way like some other girls. Her only issue that she tends to decide on things on her own. Right now, I have the title of being her ‘boyfriend’ but I can’t exactly recall when we agreed on that. By the time I realize what was going on, I’m already Yuri’s ‘boyfriend.’

But at any rate, it’s not like I have anything to lose. Yuri is pretty cute. Her father is Japanese, so she’s half Japanese. Light skin, bright features with big eyes. (Oh…her canine teeth stick out too.) She’s very chatty and never gets tired. Sometimes I do feel that she is so lively, yet bothersome at the same time, haha.

I should probably drop by to meet her. We haven’t seen each other in a week. I wouldn’t want people to accuse me of not taking care of my girlfriend.