Getting Over Him

Single Pringle

Pat's P.O.V:

I asked Korn to set me up on another date sometime next week. I was right, Korn was supremely mad at me for friend zoning Pluto. He threatened me that if I end up friend zoning this other guy, that he won't set me up ever again. I just ended up laughing at his threat, which made him punch me on my right arm. It wasn't a hard punch, but I was being dramatic and he threatened to punch me for real.

I ended up running away from Korn while sticking out my tongue at him. We were running around the Engineering faculty for a while until we were both tired out.

"Pat, promise me that you will really try with this next guy. Not gonna lie, it's a bit weird that you have never given anyone your gear. You're already a senior, and not once has anyone else been able to hold it. Don't you think your gear is a bit bored being with you?"

I roll my eyes at him.

"Korn, please stop it. You make it sound as if our seniors didn't give us any more spares just in case our significant others might throw it, drown it, or burn it."

Our seniors had given us a handful of gears inside our old abandoned gym when we became sophomores, telling us to never speak a word of the spares that we have. That if it ever gets out, they will find out the person who spilled the secrets. We were sworn to secrecy.

The seniors didn't want the romanticism of the gears being gifted to their significant others to go away. I was very confused as a sophomore, I thought that it was ridiculous to give someone else the gear that we had worked so hard for. But then I was imagining how Pran would look like with my silver gear wrapped around his neck.

How everyone would know that he was dating me, a guy from the Engineering faculty. How Pran's fingers would touch the small silver gear from time to time. That my gear would have been graced by his golden touch like King Midas, and possibly turn into gold.

Then, I suddenly understood why people romanticized the gears. Why it would hold such an important meaning to our significant others.

STOP IT PAT!

STOP LETTING YOURSELF GET CARRIED AWAY!

FOCUS!

I look straight into his eyes, "I promise I won't friend zone him. But you need to give me advice on how to date, because I have no fucking clue what to do!" He laughs at my inexperienced ass.

I am too busy this week what with all of the planning that we have to do for more bus stops.

I take in a deep breath. I exhale slowly.

Everything will be alright. I'll be fine. I can do this! I can bare the pain a little more!

Just stay focused. I will bury myself in work in order to complete the bus stops faster.

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Pran's P.O.V:

I am exasperated.

Why did I have to suggest the idea of building more bus stops?

I just had to go run by big mouth! Now, I have more work to do!

I did this thinking that Pat and I would be able to communicate like we used to, but it has been very difficult to even get in touch with him for some reason. He updates me more now, which I guess is a good thing. Our faculties have been having less and less fights thanks to his notices.

The bad thing is that I don't see his face a lot, and Paa is the one to come communicate with me instead of Pat. She told me to forgive Pat, that he really doesn't have the time to be able to discuss the bus stops as much. Which is not like I am not busy, but I think that communicating face to face is much better than discussing things with his sister.

Sure, Paa is very intelligent. But...

But what?

She knows the materials very well, and gives good opinions on what should be done next. Sometimes I even think that she would make a far better engineer than her brother.

Then why am I a bit bothered that I see less of Pat? Isn't it better that she gives very good ideas that improves the bus stops? 

I can't sort out why I feel so exasperated. I have never felt this way before...

And then, I just had to see Pluto being shirtless on Instagram being next to a shirtless Pat at the gym. Both of their bodies were incredibly full of sweat dripping down their well built bodies. Pluto is not as ripped as I thought he would be. He does not have any pecs, or abs like Pat does. Pat has a rock hard upper body which matches his well -defined lower body. He is throwing a peace sign with his huge, hairy, muscular hands. He is smiling cheekily, but he somehow mages to turn cute poses into thirst traps.  

Pluto posts another photo. 

My breathing halts... 

Rage is boiling inside me again for a reason unbeknownst to me... 

My vision starts turning red. 

My phone drops onto the library floor. 

Why him Pat? 

Are you seriously leaving your blood, sweat, and tears into his hands this easily? 

This fast? 

Did it not have such a big significance that you just casually let him touch it? 

Or, is he that important to you already that you let him touch it? 

I can't bring myself to believe what I am seeing before my eyes. 

Isn't he moving a bit too fast? 

I had never seen him leave it in the hands of another before. 

Well, unless it was me. 

I remember that one time I was really curious as to what all the hype was about it, so I just lightly touched it while it was hanging around his neck without paying it too much attention. He just gave me a faint smile while his head was on his desk in his dorm.  

"You're like a little kid that likes to play with shiny things, huh?" He had asked while smiling cheekily again. 

At the mention of being called a kid, I just dropped it and humphed. 

He bursted out laughing, "Pran it's not that serious. You can play with it when you want. It's honestly not that big of a deal." 

At the time I just thought that he always let his friends play with it, not paying attention to the romantic significance of it.  

You're wrong Pat. 

If it wasn't that serious, then I wouldn't be so livid right now at seeing Pluto hold your gear.