I'm starting to love ice cream.
The class that should have been about listening to the teacher's lecture turned into a brief explanation to my friends that I would skip practice today because I had some errands to run.
They didn't look convinced because I didn't give a detailed reason. Praewa casually teased me by asking if I was going with P'Jeans. I just shrugged and said,
"You Idiot."
But when class ended, I quickly packed my things and ran out of the room to wait in front of the elevator before anyone else. It was so slow, so slow that it was annoying. So it was no wonder that I chose to hurry down the stairs instead. Bew shouted after me, asking where I was going in such a hurry.
Hurry up and go find that bad girl.
I came to the meeting place as agreed in the chat, at the soft stone table area near the Faculty of Management. My brain processed to look for a woman wearing pants standing according to her personality.
But it turned out that today, she was wearing a student uniform over a gray suit that fit her faculty, which students would receive after their second year.
"I don't like it at all."
When I arrived, the person who was sitting and waiting with her chin resting on her hand was teased by me. She turned from staring at the group of freshmen who were practicing a cover dance not far away, her lips still red and moist as ever, and she answered.
"I'm not used to myself either."
"Then why are you dressed like this?"
"I'm presenting a project. The professor is the one who's grading it, so I have to sprinkle coriander on top."
She spread her arms and shrugged.
"Let's go. Dad gave me the car keys back."
I was at a loss when P'Jeans actually used this pronoun. I thought she called me last night because she just invited me to eat ice cream. When I saw her like this, how could I not feel hot and dizzy when I followed her tall figure? Because I was shy and shorter, and my legs were shorter, P'Jeans, who was walking ahead, had to stop and turn around to wait.
"Phi, you go ahead."
She ignored what I said, walked over and put her left arm around me. Let's walk together."
Her voice was soft, like she was implicitly asking...
"Yes."
I smiled sweetly in response to the taller person. The moment she looked at me, she froze in a daze, as if P'Jeans's world had stopped or slowed down. Not long after, those narrow eyes were brought back to their senses because I waved my hands in front of her face.
"P'Jeans."
"Huh? Let's go to the car."
Knock Knock
Who ate you? The cruel person has disappeared.
Are you sure?
But I like it.
I like it all if it's Jeans.
Because strangely enough, it makes my heart beat just the same.
After asking around, I found out that P'Jeans' father had cancelled the punishment because she had behaved better in the eyes of the adults, and she still had the same amount of pocket money and didn't have to go home.
Before 8pm curfew and on Sunday, I was not ordered to be confined to the house but in the bedroom. My beloved car was returned.
This time, P'Jeans didn't even say anything to me, "interfere," "be involved," or anything else that would hurt my feelings.
