FOUR PILLARS

Chapter 13: Nine in the Afternoon

Deep breath, Metawin, deep breath, he calms himself, violence is never the answer . The idea to deck this man in the face and ruin his handsome? Totally tempting now that the boy sits right in front of him. To explain himself, he is not mad at his senior because of the fact everyone in his grade hates him. Nope, not at all(lies), but he is angrier with the fact that P' Singto assigned him someone who cannot draw for fuck's sake. How in the fucking world this hopeless creature got into this club? He really want to bangs his head on the table.

He eyes the older carefully, as the man tries to draw a what he said is a man but definitely doesn't look like one. Not his fault that Bright is trying to prove that he can draw so he just lets him pick up the pencil and 'prove' himself. The result? He can give a 3 months old baby a pencil and their scribble would definitely looks better than this inhuman thing.

"Do you think we can buy paint by numbers and just present it to the teacher?"

The glare that Bright sends to him kind of making him scared, did he scratched the man's ego?

He rolls his eyes, erh stubborn bastard, "Okay, I guess you don't like that.. Do you prefer something more 3D? Like sculpting or make a house model? Maybe you are less hopeless in that,"

Bright opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something, but then deciding against that and just shrugs his shoulder, "Yeah maybe that is for the best,". He looks defeated, Win knows that Bright wants to oppose his suggestion but he believes the other man is smart enough to not do that.

Win glances at his watch, damn he needs to bring his phone more to the school, at least he can avoid awkward situations like this. Those little digits stare back at him, needles are pointing at 3 and 12 meaning they have an hour more to go. Bright is back to his paper, drawings stars instead of stick figures. Good for him really, those little doodles of him are a lot cuter than the abomination he drew before.

"Do we want to discuss now or later? The teacher said that we don't have any meeting for the rest of the week," he reminds Bright, the boy who was immersed by his little activity seems to be taken aback. "Later is good. We can meet up somewhere nicer," the boy replies.

Win nods thoughtfully. "Maybe we can exchange numbers to discuss the time and place?" Bright says, the stoic face of his crumbles a little, he looks a little too awkward and secretive about something. Win thinks nothing of this anyway, not his problem to prod on.

"Sure, sure. I can type it in your phone?" at this Bright looks a little panicky. "I did not bring my phone today," he said. Lies Win thought, This idiot literally chatted his friend minutes ago?? His lying ability sucks as much as his talent in art.

Win plays along, sure he can call out the bullshit but seeing the perfect man is actually also a stupid boy, it makes him hate the older less. He takes the pencil from the other's hand, touching it lightly and proceeds to write his number on the paper that the so-called alpha doodled on.

Win smiles once looking at Bright, he mentions nothing about the other's red face, "You can text or call me anytime but please do at reasonable hour. I am not a 24 hours hotline," he received a nod as a reply. The other looks a bit dazed to give him an audible reply.

"Now what do you want to do? We don't have to rush anything anyway. Sport's day is like two weeks away,"

"Ah... I don't know? We can jot some ideas down and see if we can agree on something?" 

Their discussion went smoothly, he threw some jokes here and there but instead of laughing, Bright made this very fond face that kind of making Win very frustrated and flustered. Good God, this boy can't mask his emotion a little or what?