LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys

CHAPTER : OUR DAY

“Well? Reconciled with your dad yet?” Om immediately asks me when I step into the room. How did he get to the classroom before I did anyway? Didn’t he tell me that he was going to teach nong Mick how to play the horn?

“Never mind that, how come you’re back here early?”

“I chased him away. I told him to go and learn how to play the khlui first then we’ll talk.” That bad? -_-” Heh heh. I find Om’s weary expression to be funny. Sure, he’s a complete idiot when he hangs around his friends, but he’s super strict with it comes to the underclassmen. At times, he’s way more focused than I am. I can’t help but let out a chuckle once I learn about the unlucky underclassman before I sit on my chair and look for the textbook I’ll need for the next class.

“I guess they didn’t make up if he has that look on his face.” Om mutters to himself as he turns and looks through his school bag. I quickly turn my head in his direction.

“Why?! What’s wrong with my face?!”

“You look so goddamn depressed, go take a look in a mirror.” He pushes my forehead with his finger. Hey, I’m not a little kid!

“I’m still pretty damn hot no matter how many times I look in a mirror.”

“What a dick. Either you’ve been staring into a trick mirror or you have a really low standards when it comes to good looks.” This bastard. Rude much?

“Seriously. What’s really going on between you and Phun?” Om suddenly asks me something that I’d rather not discuss. If I were taking a drink, I would’ve done a spit-take. Luckily, lunch break is over so all I’m doing is looking at him with wide eyes, in total disbelief.

“What…what do you…mean by…’really going on’?”

Om shakes his head in an irksome way while he points at my face with his index finger. “Look at yourself. Can you act any more suspicious than you are now? You’re probably the easiest person to read in the entire world. Well? What the hell is going on with you and him? I’ve been noticing weird things between you guys for a while now.” So this jerk has been collecting information. I look at Om, who is giving me a death stare. He’s pretty much pushing into a corner, it is something I’ve never had to deal with from him before. I know that I can’t wiggle my way out of this one even if I avert his gazes.

“We’re friends, of course…”

“For real?”

“Yeahhhhh.”

“So if I were to get mad at you, would you go out of you way to make up with me like what you’re doing now?”

“Well…yeah, I would.” Maybe? I’m not sure. A part of me is yelling at me to just kick his ass instead.

Om glances at the way I’m behaving before he continues. “I wouldn’t get mad at you like this though. It’s not something friends do.” Uh…

I avoid Om’s stares once again and repeat what I said earlier.

“We’re friends…”

This causes Om to let out a very loud sigh. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the textbook.

“It’s your business. So if you don’t want to tell me, that’s your call.”

“Aw, come on!” I don’t need another person being mad at me! Dang it! T___T

I sit with a brooding expression on my face as I begin to contemplate about my relationship with Phun. Well, we really are friends though! We may have done things beyond the scope of friendships but we’re still just friends when you look at it. Sigh. Thinking about this is really wearing me thin.