SOTUS: Make The Best Of It (The Graduation Series)

Chapter 8: Hey,Be My Date?

Note: The previous chapter was a little wild,but as always,the gang's back with more mayhem...a little toned down this time!😂

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"Did you guys hear the news?"

"Are they finally deporting you to an island where you won't be a nuisance to the society?" Toota asked without looking up from his iPhone, busy scrolling through his Twitter feed. "What the fuck is up with Kim K's ass. It's like a hot air balloon about to explode."

Disregarding Toota's insult, Bright squeezed in between Knot and Prem, "At least there'll be an island that can fit me. No island here is big enough for your ass. Anyway. They're holding a post-sports day party next month. Right after midterms."

"And this is 'news' because...?"

"Think about it. Arthit's going with Kongpob. Ai'Prem can use this chance to ask Wad. If he has the balls to even ask. I know for a fact that Rome won't reject me." Everyone scoffed in unison. "And Ai'Knot can ask the mystery person that he's dating."

"I'm not dating anyone."

Prem pointed a finger at him, "That's a lie. You've been texting a whole damn lot recently. You hate texting."

Bright echoed his agreement with a nod of his head, "You don't even reply to my texts!"

"That's because you send me nonsensical bullshit all the time time, Ai'Bright! You don't need to ask me what color and type of underwear you should wear for the day!"

Toota suddenly put his phone down, fixing his friend with a betrayed look, "What?! I thought I was your go-to person when it came to underwear!"

Bright turned to his friend, "No offence, Ai'Toot, but jockstraps aren't really my kind. Also, I'd prefer to avoid anything else that gets stuck between my butt cheeks. I prefer to be the one between someone's butt cheeks, thank you very much." He added in with a racy grin.

Prem made a gagging sound and mimicked throwing up.

Before it could escalate into a nonsensical tug-of-war banter, Arthit dropped into the seat next to Prem, setting his bag down on the table.

"Did you hear about the post Sports Day party?"

"Yeah, Kongpob just asked me to go with him." Arthit replied dismissively, too preoccupied with his disorganized lecture notes to focus on the conversation.

Toota rested his chin on the heel of his palm, "You could at least sound a little more excited, Ai'Arthit." He heaved a envious sigh. "But really, how do you guys do it? It's been three years and Kongpob still looks at you like he wants to smother you alive with his love."

Bright twirled a pen between his fingers thoughtfully, "I think it must be all the mind-blowing sex that they have- whoops!" The pen flung from his grip and hit Prem squarely in the nose.

"I do not need the image of Kongpob and Arthit having sex in my mind." Prem groaned while clutching at his nose.

Toota added in teasingly, "No one's asking you to imagine it." He shot forward a little. "Or are you imagining yourself and Wad instead?" He slapped his palm against Arthit's for a high five.

Bright shuddered and rubbed his arms, "Fuck, I don't need to know that! They'll probably be all serious while fucking. It'll be like two mannequins going at it!"

Toota and Bright started making breathy, sex noises with a completely straight face which was supposedly supposed to resemble both Wad and Prem.