Part: All
"Jeans!"
Caramel put on a smile after calling out the name of the person who had just stepped out of the car door. Jeans turned to look at her friend who was walking towards her in a good mood. She could guess what the other person wanted.
"Can I borrow 1,000 first? I rented the outfit I'm going to wear for singing and paid half. The other half is left..."
Hearing this, the listener smiled before slowly shaking his head.
"You still like to find expensive brands to use without changing."
"Jeans, don't you remember how much that page of the university exposed you when you bought fake stuff?"
"Just use a brand that matches your financial status."
"Jeans is rich, so she can talk. Mel is poor. And don't make me talk about taking credit. The day that Jeans' car ran out of gas when we were freshmen and went on a trip, didn't Mel help fill it up with money? So, let's repay each other nicely."
Jeans couldn't stand it anymore and pinched the other person's cheek hard, wanting her to shut up.
"Okay! I understand. Don't forget to return it. Don't make me ask for it again."
This time, Caramel's face was slightly irritated with her friend. Last time, Jeans had done something to hurt her when they met at the train station. She had finally gotten to go on a date with the man she had her eye on.
She had invested so much effort in the contest because she wanted to attract the attention of that man. But just as things were going well, he approached her and invited her to go see a movie. On her way back, she ran into the villain who humiliated her and demanded money back.
What could she do? At the end of the month, when her pocket money was almost gone, she sent a message on Facebook asking Caramel for it, but she didn't reply.
Sending a message in front of other people might be the only way to get the money back. Jeans didn't want to ask her parents for more money. She thought that her monthly salary, as a student, should be enough.
She didn't want anyone to find an excuse to work hard and say that they were doing it for her.
The narrow eyes glanced back at Luk Nai. The little one walked in front. The other three friends were leaving the faculty cafeteria. Praewa was the only one who turned to look at Jeans with an expression that was hard to swallow or spit out.
She understands. Anyone would feel that way, knowing in their hearts what she did that night when Luk Nai passed out drunk.
"What are you doing here? And how did you know that...?"
"Didn't you call and tell me?"
Jeans answered briefly, claiming that Nai was drunk and called to curse at her. Praewa believed her wholeheartedly.
You could say that she's still being mean, because when she and Praewa helped support a drunk person who was asleep and brought her back to her room, before that she secretly left a kiss mark on her cheek that was hot from the effects of alcohol.
"And you don't have to tell her that I came to drop her off."
'Why'
"..."
"Then tell me, do you know Four?"
She mentioned the name of her best friend who was rumored to have a strong slap.
Praewa swallowed her saliva. She was drunk and promised not to tell about that night. Praewa has been doing what she said up until now.
The tall girl tried to stop herself from looking at the group of freshmen. The long legs in the dark jeans fit her legs perfectly. She walked over and sat down to wait for her friends. The other three who should be arriving at their usual place were waiting.
