RIVALS (BKPP)

Chapter 4

PP'S POV

I turn to stare at Billkin. I gritted my teeth so that I could remain silent for a while, trying not to overreact yet the urge to show how angry I am remains- there's a burning anger that conflicts against my chest. With a shaky breath, I let out a weak laugh. 

"I should've known," I muttered, narrowing my eyes at Billkin who simply stood there, looking at me with a blank face- and I hate it. He looks like he doesn't know about it, clueless... and I totally despise him for that. Irritation surged inside me. "Hey, Billkin Putthipong!" I bellowed out of anger. "Is this your other way of beating me, huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Billkin huffed instead before he walk passed behind me. 

I didn't let him walk awya from this. I take a deep breath before following him. I am raging right now and I want Billkin to know that. I grab Billkin's hand to make him face me. " Are you really that desperate to beat me that you have to rent the whole cinema? So that I cannot watch the film?" I stare at him straight into his eyes. "Is that why you called me several times? To lure me further?" 

I can see Billkin's chenches his jaw as I confront him. He gazed away from me for a minute and watch his chest rise and fall. "Stop this nonsense." he tells me calmly. I scoff on what he said. "I don't have any time for your accusations, so stop it." 

"Accusations?" I repeated. "It's the truth! Just admit that you're not confident enough to be on the number one spot for this term." 

"How about you?" he rebutted. He steps closer towards me. "Aren't you confident with yourself? Is that why you're so pressed that I rented the cinema and that you weren't able to watch the film? That you will lose points?  It's not my fault that you came late." he snickers, leaning closer to whipher something. "You don't look very confident right now, PP Kritt." 

He whisphered those words yet it sounds too loud for me. A look of bitterness is plastered on Billkin's face before he walks freely.  Anger curled hot and unstoppable against my chest like a blazing fire. I want to burn him inside and out. 

BILLKIN'S POV

A boiling fury curled inside of me the moment I arrived home. I can hear the loud operatic song- Mazeppa, S. 100/R. 417  reverberating in the whole living room.  I slammed my fist onto the gigantic wooden table where my father is sitting with his cup of coffee. My father, looking nonchalant, gaze up into me. My pulse is rising up that it makes my breathing shallow. 

"Why did you do that?" I growled in frustration. My father continues to stare at me as if he doesn't know what am I talking about. "I know you're the one who rented the whole cinema... don't act like you know nothing." I hissed at him. 

My father smiles at me. "And why are you so mad about it, my son? I just did what's best for you. I heard that it's one of your term requirements so as your father, I have to provide that for you."

"Provide?" I  said in disbelief. "PP Kritt wasn't able to watch that film because of that!" I exclaimed angrily. My father rested his back on the chair, waiting for me to say more. "And now he's so mad at me and accusing me of something that you've done!"

"Why do you care so much about him?" my father suddenly asks me. I stare intensely at my father knowing that I fint it hard to answer his question. He walk towards me and puts his hands over my shoulder, feeling the tight grip of his large hands. "If I cannot push my own son to step up his competition," he leans closer towards me. "then I will make his enemy do it by himself.  I will make him hate you so much that all he can think everyday is to beat you in anyway he can and that will make you step up your game so that you won't disappoint me." his words are like poison, it stings and gives me so much chills. 

My eyes gaze at my father's very own. It's horrifying and at that point I see how scary my father is. The way his eyes glistens with pure wickedness and his sly smile. "Do not disobey me, my son." he said before he releases me. 

PP'S POV

It's our film class today and the unparalleled frustration inside my chest is still there.  I've been silent since the incided and I'm trying my best to supress what I feel by studying late at night and how to get back at Billkin.  I want ti vent, le tit out and scream at Billkin but I don't want to exhaust myself and waste my time at him. I need to show him that crossing me will one of his wrong decisions in life. What he did just made my determination  to beat him peak harder.  I stop scribbling on my notes and lift my head up, eyes darted on the professor in the front.

The professor announced to submit the requirement and everyone started to gather their works in front. I simply let out an annoyed sigh, seating on my chair grumpily. 

"Oh PP Kritt, where's your requirment?" the professor asked me when he noticed that I didn't submit anything to him. 

I smiled forcedly, "I wasn't able to make one, professor. Something came up yesterday with my campaign." I tell the professor. 

"Ah, well you must be confident with your grades for this semester. That's alright."  the professor said to me and he goes back checking everyone's works. 

I sink on my seat after.  The extra points from the requirements must've secured my slot for the number one spot and I couldn't believe I lost it. 

"Billkin Putthipong, where's your work?" the professor suddenly exclaimed. Everyone turns to Billkin even me. "I heard you rented a whole cinema to watch it with the rest of the class?" 

"I'm confident with my grades for  this term, professor.  I think I don't need to sumbit one jus tfor extra points." Billkin said before turning his head at my direction. "Besides, I have to focus on my campaign too." he adds while staring at me.

Shock is clearly registered on my face before I can hide it from Billkin. A small smile played on Billkin's lips and my face washed with pure confusion then he looks away from me, shrugging his shoulders off.  My eyes did not leave his direction,  thinking deeply of what he just pulled off.  I cannot help not to be skeptical. 

What are you up to, Billkin?