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

Chapter 11: Madly In Love

Note: Time for a little peek into how Bright x Rome and Kongpob x Arthit are doing!

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"Rooooooooooome!"

Students stepped out of the way as the person clad in the red uniform shirt whizzed down the corridor. It was a normal occurence now to see him hanging around the Social Sciences building, so the amount of confused looks being thrown his way had gradually lessened.

Porshe and Emma stepped aside just in time before Bright crashed into them, coming to a skid right in front of Rome's locker.

"First of all-" Rome raised his hand up and tapped on his wrist watch. "It's much too early to be making this much noise at this time, P'Bright. I haven't had any coffee yet so I'm not ready to deal with that. Secondly-" The junior pointed to the older male's maroon uniform shirt. "Your shirt's inside out."

Bright looked down at himself and chose a few colorful swear words while he shrugged off the maroon garment.

"You're supposed to discreetly check me out when I take off my shirt. Isn't that how it usually goes in dramas?" The engineering senior complained as he slipped his arms through the sleeves.

Rome twirled the combination to his locker, "No thanks, P'. It's not good to subject my eyes to such a sight early in the morning. I might ruin my perfect eyesight. Or worse, go blind."

Emma hid her giggle behind her palm and Porshe clapped Bright on the back, "Oh yeah. Do you know a Tum from our faculty? I bumped into her last week. She saw us hanging out and asked if I knew you and stuff. Tum said you guys dated before."

Rome pretended not to be listening in on the conversation, picking out the textbooks he needed for class and shelving the ones he didn't. Behind him, Emma repeatedly shook her head and made an "X" sign at Porshe...who remained completely oblivious.

"Er...I don't remember a Tum. I think she probably got the wrong person. Besides, I usually date chicks from the engineering faculty." Realizing his slip of words, Bright hastily backpedaled. "I mean, the girls that I talk to. Not that I always talk to them or ask for their numbers or anything-"

Emma slapped at her own forehead. Rome chucked a notebook into the locker.

Porshe scratched at his head, "But I don't think she got it wrong. She even showed me a picture. Anyway, she told me to pass on a message to you. She wants you to pick up the stuffs you left behind in her room and-"

Bright covered Porshe's mouth with his palm and laughed nervously, "Hahahahaahha, what stuffs?! Really, Porshe, I have no idea what you're going on about. Are you even awake yet?Wakey wakey!" He slapped Porshe lightly on the cheek. Twice. "Nooooo, I'm sure it's a case of mistaken identity. I'm pretty sure there's someone who looks just like me. Right, Emma?"

Emma wound her arm around her boyfriend's and nodded eagerly, "P'Porshe, you're going to be late for class if you don't get a move on. Let's go. I'll walk you there."

They bade their goodbyes and Emma hastily dragged Porshe along, who seemed confused as to why Bright kept mouthing "I'm going to kill you later, Porshe" at him while making stabbing motions with his hand.

"Er..." Bright leaned against the locker, wondering what he should say to repair the damage that idiot Porshe had caused. "Nice weather. Really sunny."

Rome shut his locker with a click, "It's raining, P'."

Bright figured he'd solve this by nipping it right in the bud.