Due To Fate [Boys Love Story] (EDITING)

Sweet Revenge

Cacophony of chatter and incessant noise  heard inside the auditorium of the university. Timmy, after following the two men he saw, sat one row away in the back. Eavesdropping wasn't one of Timmy's favorite past time, but in order for him to find out the information he needed he listened to their conversation. It only took him a couple of minutes to find out the person's name when another person joined in their conversation. 

The person's name, who made Timmy fall, lose his map, and destroyed his bag, was Johnathan Spencer. Upon discovering his full name, Timmy texted his Uncle about the person who was the root cause of his problem. Right after putting away his phone, the Professor for the lecture came onto the podium and started talking. 

Lecture lasted for three hours, the students were getting antsy counting the seconds, and the teacher starts wrapping up for that day. 

"With that I end this topic. I'd like everyone to read the first five chapters and to write three pages of those chapters. Give it to me before class starts next week. That's all." With those final words the teacher left. 

Everyone left with high spirit and went their separate ways. Timmy doesn't have any classes afterwards so he went to his Uncle's office to talk about the past events that happened that morning. It only took him about fifteen minutes to find his uncle's office. Seeing the door he knocked and waited for his Uncle to let him in.

A voice called out and said, "Who is it?"

Smiling, Timmy answered, "It's me Uncle Francis. Your nephew."

Hearing the answer of his nephew, Francis Edgar got up from his seat and went ahead to open the door. Timmy find his uncle dressed in a floral polo shirt and black pant suits, his room well lighted by a large window with a beautiful scenery. Francis went on to hug his nephew, dragging Timmy to a seat in front of his desk. 

Both sitting down in their own chair, Francis tie his blonde long hair into a bun. Clearing his throat he said, "Ugh, don't call me Uncle. Francis would be fine. Despite your mother marrying my brother, I'm only a six years older than you. Uncle makes me feel really old. " 

Smiling at Francis words, Timmy agreed with the sentiments of his uncle. 

"Okay, Francis then. So um, about the tour guide. I'm gonna need one since the map you gave me is gone. Some asshole threw it away."

Francis nods at Timmy.  "So you want me to persuade the Administrator office to get Johnathan Spencer as your tour guide?" 

"Yeah, if you could. I'd owe you one, Francis."

Sighing, Francis tells the problem with the student Timmy mentioned. 

"First off, don't ever get involved with this person. I, also, don't know why you would want anything to do with him, but he's not a person that you should be messing with. Second, there are some things you need to know about him. Jonathan is. . . Johnny comes from a powerful background. With that in mind, you should be careful if ever he crosses your path. My colleagues who had him described him as uncontrollable, immature, and crass. Even though his academic performances are above within the school's standards, his attitude leaves a bad taste. Be mindful of this, Timmy"

Timmy took it all in, and said goodbye to his Uncle after their conversation. Walking away from his Uncle's office, he thought of a way to get back at him. While walking to his dorm room, he started forming a plan. Reaching his dorm, he fixes his luggage that was still unpacked. He starts taking out his clothes, putting them inside the closet, and prepared clothes to go out. 

Half an hour passed, Timmy dressed in a red checkered polo shirt tucked underneath a black pants, and loafer shoes. Checking himself in the mirror, he takes his keys from his old bag, then exits out his room locking it behind him. The hallway was deserted but noises could be heard as Timmy passes other people's doors. Staying at the first floor he easily got out of the building and walked to a bus stop. Sunlight poured on to the streets and Timmy sits in the shaded area while waiting for the bus. Not a minute goes by and the bus came. It was halfway filled when Timmy sat down. 

It takes about less than an hour to get to his destination and he decided to sleep. When Timmy woke up they were nearing the entrance of the bus station. He rubs his eyes to chase away the sleepiness that gathered, and checks his appearance in his camera phone. Checking his watch, it read one o'clock. He thought he would eat first before shopping for important things he needed. 

Finding the food court was easy enough, it was on the second floor with lots of dishes to choose from. People lining up to buy food and some stares at the menu, contemplating what to eat. Choosing a Chinese cuisine, he goes and wait in a line. Timmy ordered *Zhajiangmian, Sweet and Sour spareribs, a dish that reminds him of his hometown,  and mooncake for dessert.

After paying for food, he looked for a place to take a seat. Just as he finds an area, Timmy spots Johnny and his friends taking an empty table a few seats away from the spot he want he seees. Suddenly, an idea forms in his mind, thinking a much better idea of a revenge than having to get Johnny as his tour guide. Timmy acknowledges that it was a stupid idea from the beginning, but only admits it to himself. 

Facing Johnny's table, he finishes only half of the food, leaving some sweet and sour spareribs and Zhajiangmian, mostly greases on the plate. While eating, Timmy was eyeing Johnny and his three friends, who were still eating; enjoying their lively and animated conversation. Timmy played with his food, his eyes going over the other table. 

While watching them, he notices Johnny had changed his clothes into sleeveless white shirt, exposing his muscled arms, wore ripped black pants, and red Converse shoes. He sees the  rings on his fingers on different hand; one on the pinkie of his left hand, and another on the thumb and index finger of his right hand. Another thing he notices were his Adam's apple prominent and would bobble up and down every time he would swallow something, and that whenever Johnny would laugh he looked innocent. 

The last thought made Timmy shakes his head to clear the absurd thought he was thinking. Hearing chairs scraping the tiled floors, he looks up and sees Johnny and his friends clearing up their table. Timmy's table was already neat, didn't need any cleaning up so he picked up his tray and started moving towards the group of friends who were on their way to throw away their trash. Picking up his pace, Timmy purposely bumps on a chair as he flipped his tray towards Johnny and then falls on the hard surface face down. 

"Fuck!" Curse a certain person wearing a now stained white shirt. 

Timmy stopped himself from laughing at what happened, still lying on the floor. 

Johnny turns around and sees a man and the spilled content the person's tray. 

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" Johnny looks livid. His white shirt now stained in red and black sauce, most of it were on the back, but some it got onto his front shirt. There were, also, some on the side of his face and neck so he wipes them using the unused tissue that he was about to throw. "Shit!" 

Splotches of red starts surfacing on his face, Johnny is overflowing with anger now. He takes another look at the person who had stained his shirt. Recognizing the same person who tripped over him this morning, Johnny's eyes thinned, and calmly says, "You." Fist and teeth clenched, steps slowly walking towards the person on the ground.

S/N: 

* Zhajiangmian - A Chinese dish "fried sauce noodle" made from thin wheat noodle and zhajiang sauce. Zhajiang sauce is usually made by lightly cooking ground pork or beef and salted fermented soy bean paste. There's also a Korean version of this dish called Jjajangmyeon.