LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys

CHAPTER 30: BECAUSE I KNOW

Golf was the person I decided to call right after I got home (alive) from my trip to Hua Hin.

Actually, I wanted to call him when I was still there but I never got a chance. During the day, Yuri was sticking to me like glue. At night, I shared the room with Phun. I had no idea when I’d have the opportunity to make a call to Golf and ask for some advice so that plan was scrapped.

As for Golf? The first thing he did was shouting after he heard the story. “Holy shit! She had the nerves to go after you?!” Yeah, my thought exactly. I don’t understand how Aim could’ve been so brazen about it either.

“I bet she was so sure that you’d play along. She probably never even thought that it’d turn out like this.” Golf continues to analyze the whole situation from the other end of the line. I don’t really give a shit what Aim is thinking or how she might feel at this point. The only person I am worried about is Phun. How should I handle a problem that I can no longer turn a blind eye to?

The more I think about this, the more absurd this whole thing seems to be. What about when Phun and I cried our eyes out that night? What the hell was that for?

For Phun to go back and be with someone like her?

Fuck this bullshit.

Golf complained about something on the phone for a while (I couldn’t tell since I wasn’t really paying attention) before he hung up. He told me that he’d come to my school on Monday after class since I’ll be working late with the Live Contest preliminary round anyway.

I’m barely running on fumes by the time I arrived at school on Monday morning. Phun didn’t drop me off at my house until it was very late. After that, I was on the phone with Golf until it was around 3 in the morning. (More than half of our conversation were complete nonsense though.)

“Yo! What’s with this haggard look? It’s like you haven’t had anything to drink for ages. You went to Hua Hin for three days, did certain someone squeeze every single last drop out of ya?!” Is he serious? I fucking hate Om and his loud mouth. So did I show up to class just so I have to listen to him spouting shit about me? Will there ever be a day that I won’t want to curse at his stupid ass? Well, at least I’m not doing that today even if I wanted to. I don’t have the energy to fight with him. Instead, I throw a bag of stuff I bought from Hua Hin as souvenirs at his face.

Om immediately goes from being an annoying asshole to a somewhat less annoying of an asshole. “Oh, shit! You bought food?! Oh, I love these! Keng, get your ass over here and come try these!” Jeez. You know how when you throw a bone or something for a dog to fetch? This is exactly like that. If Om had a tail, it’d be wagging in excitement right about now. Not only that, he calls out to Keng (who is boasting about something in front of the class) to rush over. He speeds through, with his tail wagging, to my desk.

“Shit, I really do love these cuttlefish. They’re awesome.” Om tells me as he rips open a bag of sweet cuttlefish. I can only laugh at him as I watch. “Anything happened on Friday? The day I wasn’t here?” I ask him while I’m pulling out some scrap papers from my school bag.

“Not really.Miss Patcharee asked about you though. I did you a favor by letting her know that you ditched school and went to Hua Hin.” What? This bastard! He screwed me over!