BETWEEN ME AND YOU

Rules Of Dating: #4

Pain. Pain is all that Arthit could feel as he swirled the contents of his glass. The sound of his inner thoughts louder than the sound of music blaring through giant speakers and people chatting around him. Thinking whether or not he made the right decision of leaving. And ending the deal.

Flashback

"The deal ends here." Arthit speaks sternly. Kongpob knits his eyebrows and lets go of his grip on the door.

"What do you mean it ends here?" Kongpob questions, turning to Arthit who clenched his jaw and seemed to hesitate to answer.

"It ends here. I've bothered and pulled you along my mess for too long. It's time that we end the façade before I get you into deeper trouble."

"Are you serious right now?" Kongpob scoffs, a weird lump in his throat forming. He can feel his hands tremble. How could a person make someone feel like they were the most special thing in the world and then take it back right after? "You're kidding."

"You know I'm serious Kong. It's better for us to stop everything here and now before things get way too out of hand. I'll tell my parents I was being a dickhead and you broke up with me. I'm sorry for even asking you to fake date. I should've known my parents would pull out a stunt like this. And marriage?" Arthit sighs, he bites on his lower lip and goes on to collecting his bag and phone before walking over and pass Kongpob who had been speechless. Holding on to the door handle and turning it.

"You deserve more. At least now, you won't get sucked into a loveless marriage like I would most probably end up in. I'm sorry and thank you for everything. I hope you do find someone you'll actually love."

End of flashback

"Arthit." the young man heard Bright call out. Arthit straightens himself and turns to his bestfriend who shows him a message from his phone.

"She's here." Bright says. Arthit looks up at the man who was eyeing a certain girl going through the crowd. Arthit nods and finishes up the alcohol from his shotglass before standing up. Straightening his clothes as he turned to look at the person he very much expected to meet that night.

"I'll leave you here Arthit, call me if you need anything." Brught excuses himself, Arthit nods his head and pats on his bestfriend's shoulder before he leaves.

"Arthit~" a young woman cooes, her movements elegant yet seductive.

"Fang." Arthit encourages her presence, stepping aside when the young woman tries to snake her hands around Arthit's arm.

Fang rolls her eyes but immediately changes her expression to a much pleasing one. Calling out a waiter to bring her a cocktail, she sits down right next to Arthit who as much as possible tried to maintain distance.

"So what made you come here tonight? You rarely go to this club anymore. Anything change your mind?"

"Yes and it has something to do with you." Arthit answers, monotoned and showing no interest at her. Dissatisfied, Fang clears her throat and puts a hand over Arthit's knee.

"I always knew you liked me Arthit..."

Arthit watches as the woman continues to caress his leg with her jewelry filled hands. Growing annoyed in every passing second but conceals it.

"It's a good thing that boy-toy of yours is out of the picture. Now I have you all to myse—"

"Boy-toy huh?" a third voice cuts off. Pained and angered. Arthit looks up and sees the familiar small framed boy he left at the condominium.

"Kongpob? What are you doing here?" Arthit asks, standing up and almost making Fang fall off the seat.

Arthit walks over closer to Kong. The evident smell of alcohol reeking from his clothes telling him that the sma framed male got here earlier than he did or was already drunk before he came here.