Getting Over Him

Unknown feeling

Pran's P.O.V:

I'm gnawing on my bottom lip when I open Instagram to see a shirtless Pat holding Pluto's arm out. I frown.

Pat has never held any of his friends' arm out like that. What the hell is going on with Pat?

Is he suddenly acting differently because he has a boyfriend now? 

"Hey Pran, what are you upset? Are you not liking this date?"

I sigh. This is really not like me. I don't ever not pay attention to my dates. I am being incredibly rude, but I can't help it!

Pat is my frenemy which still makes him my friend. Is it so wrong to be worried about my friend? No, right? Not when he has a history of getting into fights that weren't any of his business, so I have to run ointment and help put bandages on his bare skin.

It makes sense that I'm concerned about him. "Ah, it's just that I'm a bit worried about a... friend of mine."

My date just nods her head. "What are you worrying about?"

"Its just that I don't think the person that they're with is any good for them." I answer honestly. It feels liberating but I also feel like it's not the whole truth. I can't put my finger on why Im feeling like this. This is not me at all!

"Well, your friend is an adult so I'm sure they know what they're doing. It's sweet of you to be concerned about them. I think you're a really nice guy!" She smiles with utmost sincerity. She reaches her smaller hand to grab mine. I let her.

I look into her light brown eyes as I choose my next words very carefully, "I'm sorry. I know you're a sweet girl, but I honestly don't think it would work out between us." I take my hand back. I go pay our bill and leave.

I can't believe it. I just left her in the dinner booth all by herself. But something inside me is just growing like vines to get away. To chase after Pat. A feeling that makes me want to punch Pat, scream at him so that he can go back to being the doting Pat.

I start running like a madman to our dorms. I'm not thinking, I'm just following where my feet take me. I just want to check on him to make sure that he's alright.
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Pat's P.O.V:

There's loud banging on my door. Confused as I just got out of the shower, I go check to see who it is. My eyes go wide as I see Pran panting at my door.

I open it.

"Pran, what happened?! Are you okay?!"

I check his whole body trying to see if he's wounded anywhere. Both him and me are almost always getting injured at possibly the worst possible time.

He shakes his head no.

"Can you get me some water?"

I nod my head and tell him to sit on the couch.

This is beyond weird.

Why is he here? Honestly, life must have something against me. Who the hell did I offend in my past life to have this type of luck?

I sigh as I pour him a full glass of water.

"What brings you here?" I ask as I give him the cup.

He swirls the cup for a bit before answering, "... the principal thought we did such a great job on the bus stop that he wants our faculties to make another bus stop."

My eyebrows shoot straight up in surprise.

"Why didn't I hear about this?!"

"The principal told me to tell you. It looks like we'll be seeing each other more often again."

He does the ultimate kill move.

He flashes his dimpled smile at me.

Fuck.

I'm done for.
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Pran's P.O.V:

I felt like I needed an excuse to see Pat. He would think I'm sick for just suddenly wanting to see him, so I was thinking of something before seeing him. Then I got a brilliant idea!

I had emailed the principal to tell him that it would be a great idea to make more of the bus stops at the college. That it would build stronger bonds between the students, and he okayed it. I am so glad that I emailed him before I got to Pat's place.

I was relieved to see that he was here in his room. Not in the hands of Pluto. That he wasn't even touching him, that he was here by himself.

I was not expecting to see him with just a towel around his waist. His abs were bare for me to see. His pecs are pretty big maybe even his- no. Don't go there Pran!

I enter his room while he gets me my glass of water. I look around his room. He has a lot of things spread everywhere. Piles of clothes on the floor, a bunch of different pictures of his favorite bands hanging on his walls. Random collages of different things being in completely different places.

Then my eyes land on a drawing that is on his fridge. It is a drawing of gardenias that I had drawn for him back in high school. I always thought that they looked pretty, so I would draw them pretty often. I had and still have an obsession with them. They look so peaceful but so elegant at the same time. I gave Pat my first ever drawing of them.

He was very happy at receiving my drawing that his eyes turned into crescent moons while he shined his pearly white teeth. I remember feeling an immense amount of happiness that someone appreciated my art. My mom would have torn it if she saw that I was drawing for fun, and not for something school related.

Pat was the only one who ever got me.

When I relayed the news to Pat he was shocked. Then I told him that I look forward to working with him, shook his hand and left.

Wait! Damn it! I didn't figure out if he's actually dating Pluto! I also didn't get to warn him about Pluto! I'll be able to do it soon, right?