It's you [PremxWad]

Chapter 7: I Will Be Your Hero

Prem couldn't sleep that night Wad's smile kept replaying in his head, and that wink!  Did that actually happen or did he imagine it?  What does that mean?  The thing is they had never civilly spoken to each other. 

Prem didn't know how they went from hate at first sight to this.  Now they were acknowledging each other and slightly flirting too.  It could also be just Prem who was flirting.  He should say hi to Wad next time he sees him.  Who knows, maybe they'd end up being close friends.

Apparently stalking does have its perks.  Prem initially planned to lay low from following Wad around like a lost puppy.  Now that he knew Wad's story he really didn't have a reason to either.  It was off by chance he was passing the university backyard when he saw a group of men, looked like students from the university, beating up a freshman.  It was clear it was a freshman because of the uniform with a tie. Prem had participated in fights here and there but, to see at least five people beat up one guy was an act of cowardice he could not overlook.

He walked towards to commotion only to see it was Wad being beaten up into a pulp!  His heart was beating fast as he ran to him and started beating up the spineless bastards.  How dare they touch his Wad!  Only he had the right to bully him!  

After a few minutes of receiving a few punches on his face and stomach, the fight broke up, and the guys ran away.  Wad was in pretty bad shape.  Prem was in a dilemma.  If he took Wad to the school nurse, there would be questions.  Prem still didn't know how the fight had started.  He didn't want Wad to face any disciplinary actions.

Wad started to speak.  "P' Prem, thank you for saving me.  You can leave now.  Don't you have classes to attend?  I think you need to get your wounds treated."

Prem looked at Wad like he was crazy.

"You want me to leave you here?  Are you crazy?  As for wounds, you should see your face right now."

"P' it's not as bad as it looks, I'm fine, you can go now.  Don't miss your classes."

"Nong, I have the highest GPA in the batch.  You can shut your mouth about my classes.  I am deciding where to take you right now.  I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Okay, then can you help me get to the dorm?  I will call my friend."

"Which friend?"

"P' Prem, I have many friends, don't worry."

Prem looked at him unsurely.  He has never seen Wad with friends. Maybe he does have someone Prem didn't know about.  Was it a significant other?  He suddenly felt more pained than the beating he had gotten.

"If that's what you want."

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After winning the finals, Wad had returned to his room. He was at an all-time high.  He had done so many things he promised himself he wouldn't do.  Now that he was alone again it was starting to hit him little by little.  What had he done!  He participated in a team sport.  Had laughed along with his teammates. And he even winked at the senior who was following him everywhere.  He is getting himself into the spiral again!  Nothing good is going to come from this.  The people whom he played with didn't know him.  Prem didn't know him.  They didn't know how damaged he was.  They didn't know the consequences of being his friends, no one sticks around.  What is the guarantee these new people would?

Just then he received a text.  It was from his high school "best friend" Win.  The one he considered as his own brother.  The one who spent most of his time in Wad's house when his father was alive, more than his own.  The same one who disappeared after his father's funeral and rarely contacted him.

[Hey man. How are you?]

Wad gave a sarcastic laugh.  How was he? Maybe Win wanted something from him.  Just like he had always used him.  A part of him wanted to respond, what if it was something important?
 But in the end, he didn't.  He didn't want history to repeat itself, he wanted to move on.

Was this a wake-up call?  He better stick to his original plan.  Friends were bad news...  Prem was bad news.

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Even when getting beaten up by a bunch of sour losers Wad didn't feel any pain.  He was avoiding running into Prem.  So he had taken the backyard route. It had made Wad sad, so the punches were more than welcome.  They were a distraction.

Suddenly someone interfered and started to defend him.  He didn't see who it was.  His eyes were tightly shut waiting for the punches to come.

"Get away from him you bastards!"

Wad knew that voice, he knew that voice very well.  Why did it have to be him!  Now he was forever in his debt.

Prem was helping him to his feet.  Wad's mind was elsewhere like he was trying to solve a puzzle.  Wad spoke first.  Prem had done enough, even getting wounded trying to save Wads' sorry ass.  Wad wanted to get away and hide.  The place where Prem had been holding him was tingling.  This was not a good sign.  Ultimately, he had lied saying he would contact a friend.  Prem didn't know about his personal life, did he?  Even if he did seem suspicious, he didn't say anything.  He agreed to drop him off at the dorm.

He wanted to rest, he could treat his wounds by himself later.  Plastering broken pieces together was his specialty.

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After dropping Wad at the dorm, Prem was returning back to the university.  Some people needed to be taken care of.  These bastards from the economics faculty didn't know who they were dealing with.  The seniors from said faculty had a good relationship with the ones from engineering.  So he didn't want to approach the freshman without a plan.  He called his friends.  One of their juniors was hurt.  This has nothing to do with personal revenge he told himself.  He would do it no matter who the junior was, right?

He wondered if Wad's friend had come over to help him get treated.  He wanted to smack himself for not taking Wad's number.  For someone who claimed to have a high GPA, he was pretty dumb.

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A/N:  I tried to get in sync with the series as much as I could.  The story from here will be entirely my crazy ideas.  So watch out for that!  Let me know what you think.

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