Arthit, Knott, Prem, Tutah, and Bright are in their Third year and known as the crazy engineering gang to their classmates. They are also the Red Jacket Hazers. Kongpop, Tew, Wad, Oak, and Aim are First Years who are about to face the Crazy Hazers...
"What do you mean nobody knew the survey was for who participated in the kissing booth," I ask Knott as I shove my book in my bag.
"Do you think I wanted to put 'Pick who will be kissed in our Kissing Booth' on that survey?" Knott answers as he stands beside my desk, "My boyfriend would be a choice. I thought it would be better to put 'Who will work the booth.' I figured if it were generic, it would increase the chance they wouldn't pick him."
"Well, it backfired," Prem huffs as he throws his backpack over his shoulder.
"Backfired is not what I would call it," Tutah frowns, "It was more like a karma bitch slap. We wanted to make sure our boyfriends didn't make it, but now we are all on it!"
"Who knew our nongs were so popular?" Bright laughs, "Why did they pick us, though? I thought they hated us."
"Me, too," I growl, "How do we tell them? 'Hey, Kong, we did a survey that got all of us picked to kiss the entire student body. Won't that be fun?' He is going to kill me!"
"Let's go pick them up for lunch," Knott says as he pinches his nose. "We will figure it out on the way. Maybe?"
"I knew this was going to bite us in the ass," Prem whines.
"I still think it is great," Bright says as he walks out in front of us whistling.
"Why are we friends with him again?" Tutah wonders as he glares at his best friend. "Come on." We all laugh, shaking our heads as we follow him.
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"Stop laughing," I growl at Knott, "I hate that they still act like I am going to make them do some kind of punishment." We are standing outside of Mech waiting for the class to dismiss, and several students have skirted wide around us in the hall. And it is getting annoying. The next group to do it, I will make them do pushups!
"Stop it!" Tutah growls at Bright when he starts to follow a pretty first year down the hall. "Why can't you behave? We are here to pick up the nongs, not for you to pick up girls." Tutah has a hold of the back of his jacket to keep him from wandering off.
"But you told me to find my person," Bright whines, "She could have been my person." Prem reaches behind Tutah and smacks Bright on his head.
"Person, my ass," Prem snorts, "If that was your reasoning, how many 'persons' have you had since the first year?"
"Geez, I would hate to think of how many that would be," Knott laughs, "It would be easier asking how many pairs of underwear does he own."
"28," Bright chirps, and we all turn and look at him.
"You have dated more than 28 girls, Ai'Bright," I snark, "That is closer to how many you date in a month." Knott gives me a high five.
"No," Bright grins, "I own 28 pairs of underwear."
