It's NOT a crush!

At university

Episode 2: At university– It's a crush?

Pick was pissed. No, that wasn't even close. He felt more like an aggressive ball of bad mood which would explode any minute if someone just dared to look at him. Everything was annoying and awful, and he had the need to punch something or someone for no reason, just to let out some steam. Porsche had to be careful at this point that he didn't end up being the target of his anger.

With grinning teeth, he poked his lunch and it looked more like murder than eating if someone had asked Porsche. He sat opposite to his friend and tried to find some words to cool his mind.

"Why are you so aggressive these days, Pick?" he asked frowning while sipping at his drink. Pick looked up for a moment but continued to stab his vegetables. Porsche swallowed.

"Seriously, I'm used to your bad mood but that's beyond the usual." Porsche wouldn't give up, he had to find out what had bitten his friend that he was that aggressive. Pick sighed heavy and threw the utensils on his plate.

"Shut up, Porsche. You suck."

"You say that every time I talk. Stop avoiding the topic and tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing." Pick avoided eye contact.

"Mhm, just like last time, huh?", Porsche drew an eyebrow and slurped soundly at his straw, "Got rejected by Rome?"

Pick jerked.

"Wait, really?", Porsche was surprised, "That's why you not busy anymore after class? Rome really dumped you?"

"No, what? How you get such a stupid idea? Rome would never dump me. I'm awesome." Pick ignored the snort of his friend.

"What did you do then?"

"Nothing! He- ...", Pick interrupted himself and ruffled his hair in frustration, "He started his studies again. I haven't seen him since."

Porsche blinked irritated, "And why? He got a lot to do?"

"Don't know."
"What do you mean?" Porsche again slurped his drink and Pick stabbed him and the bottle with his eyes in annoyance then sighed frustrated.

"You really are dim as hell... Rome doesn't work at the café anymore, so I can't visit him!" He tossed his head to the side, laid his elbow on the table, and leaned his chin on his hand. Porsche lowered his drink slowly.

"... are you dump? Doesn't he study here at our university? How is it possible you can't see him now? It's just the next building! This short distance won't kill you, man."

Pick groaned in his hand. Of course, his friend didn't understand.

"You don't understand it."

"Well, yeah? As I said. What is your problem, bro?"

Pick slammed his hand on the table, anger in his eyes when he shouted, "It's-! How would it look like if I just go there and suddenly hang out with him?"

Porsche made a doubtfully face.

"Like you're friends? That's not a big deal." It was! At least for Pick. He grunted at his friend.

"Why don't you just text him? Ask him if he has time to eat dinner with you later or something. You met during break the whole time, so it's not that unfamiliar."

Pick hesitated for a moment and felt his ears turn red. "Well....idonthavehisnumber" he muttered embarrassed, his eyes fixed on his hands.

"What? Don't mumble, I can't understand a word. Did your dad teach you no manners?"