Chapter 8

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The bell rang hysterically, signifying the next period of class. Students began to shuffle around, greeting friends from other year levels but the most common scene is always the girls from the lower class swooning over the upper-class men passing by. However, all of them turned around whenever Apo and Mile are seen walking with their hands on each other's waist.

No one dared to show disgust over their public display of affection, except for Prof. Na. The fact that they cannot touch each other, more so when the teacher decided to sit them far from each other.

"This is completely ridiculous!" Mile outburst upon witnessing the Professor's whimsical display of legitimate power.

"Like I told you, I hate seeing couples being lovey dovey inside my class."

Apo spoke calmly. "But Sir, we weren't touching each other-"

"And that doesn't guarantee you'll be able to hold out for long." Na began walking and stood in front of Apo. "I just don't think you have the patience to hold out with anything, Mr. Wattanagitiphat", and he leaned down to emphasize the cut on the side of his lip when Apo took him down on the hallway.

"What is your prob-"

Mile was about to yell at the man standing in front when Apo grabbed his jacket sleeve, stopping him midway. "Where do you want me to sit, Professor?"












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Classes ended smoothly. Students were flooding towards the many exits around the school campus. Mile and Apo held hands as they take their graceful exit, planting kisses on each other's temples when a voice emerged from the back.

"Mile."

The voice sent down shivers to both of their spines. It's like a ghost from a distant past visited them. They almost began pinching their faces.

"What does this freak need this time?" Apo whispered.

"I don't want to turn around. Do you want to turn around? No I don't think you would wan-"

Apo in all his gracefulness turned around quite cleanly, like a ballerina. His face painted with a beautifully-made sarcastic grin. Mile immediately turned around after Apo, following his boyfriend who's obviously pissed off right now. Mile feels like a little girl.

"What do you need from my fiancé, Professor?"

Na used up all his strength to not allow the shock to manifest itself on top of his face. He clenched his fist as if trying to hold all the jealousy he's feeling. But yet, he's quite an actor himself.

"I didn't know you two got engaged."

"We're not, yet. But we'll get there soon since graduation is fast approaching. So, what did you need again?"

"I need to talk with your fiancé, privately."

Apo felt his blood steam inside his body. 'Privately? This man must be a total dickhead!', he thought to himself. He wanted to lash out, smash Na's head to the walls of BIB, make him bleed til he die. He would gladly live in prison than to allow Mile to be with him privately.

Mile grimaced and squirmed under the tightening grip of Apo in his hands. The pain almost slipped out of his mouth when Apo turned to face him.

"That would be for Mile to decide."

"Wh- what?"

"Our professor on Economics wants to talk to you privately about your ACADEMICS and nothing more. I think you should go with him."

Na looked down and smiled at the strong personality and possessive character of Apo. He rubbed the back of his neck in undisclosed amazement.

"But babe, I don't wan-"

"Don't worry, honey. I know Mr. Na here is VERY professional and he loves his job more than anything. He doesn't let his futile emotions overtake him. Am I right, professor?'

Na coughed and answered. "Well yes, of course. Come on now. I want to go home early, too."












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Na took the both of them to the faculty office, and it brought relief to Mile, seeing all the teachers happily interacting with each other after a whole day of classes. He doesn't have to spend any 'private' moment with this arrogant professor. They took a long walk towards the teacher's desk, but to Mile's surprise, Na grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him into the supply room. He wasn't able to react as Na slammed him to the stacked boxes of bond papers. The teacher immediately swung the door close and locked it.

"What on earth are you doing?!" Mile yelled.

"Hush, or else we'll get caught", Na slowly moved towards the raging guy.

"Sir-... Na. Let me out."

"I have to talk to you first, then I'll let you out."

"I won't talk to you in here. I have to go. Apo must be waiting for me." Mile nervously shoved Na to the side and headed for the door when the other guy held his arms and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Hear me out, sweetheart. Please."

Mile used all his strength to push the big guy but he failed. He squirmed recklessly until he was able to loosen his grip and slapped Na directly on his face. Both of them are panting, their chests heaving up and down from the force. Mile felt a pang on his lower back from the tight hug that almost crushed his bones.

"You are crazy!"

"No- no, please. I- I miss you. Please."

Mile grabbed Na's collar and grabbed his face just a thumb away from the crying teacher. They are the same height. "Fuck you, Na! Even in my deathbed, you're the last person I want to see!"

Suddenly, the door flew open as Apo kicked it with full force, behind him are a few teachers, Jeff, Copper, and Micro. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Mile's and Na's faces so close to each other, his boyfriend holding the other guy's collar and Na holding Mile's waist. He didn't realize the tears racing down his flushed cheeks and he immediately turned around and ran, bumping into Jeff's shoulder as he did.

Meanwhile, Mile and Na was too stunned to speak or move. That's when Mile felt Na's hands get tight on his waist, he quickly grabbed his arms and threw them sideways and ran after Apo.

"Apo, wait!"

The Director, Mr. Khan spoke, "Prof. Vikairungroj, to my office, now!"










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