Tine, and his love for hickies ?

Part 2. Why Can't You See Me ?

Author note:
my sleep schedule = non existent

So enjoy ~

T i n e
After the incident. I was left on the hard and cold floor. My hand clutching my chest, I attempt to calm down, breathing in and out slowly. But, I can't seem to shake the feeling of his soft, luscious lips. Even if people call me insane, I will talk about it until I die.

10 minutes pass, and I'm on my feet, clutching the sink while giving myself a pep-talk in case someone asks about him. Ok you've got this, just slap your friends in the face and walk away.

I nod my head. And walk out of the toilet, only to notice the cafeteria is completely empty, even the table which my friends once sat at. With my forehead creased, I walk over to the table which holds a bunch of empty plates and notice a note on the middle of the table.

" once you've regained consciousness, go back to your dorm, we've got the homework covered. " I read with a displeased look plastered on my face, these stupid boys even making a note?

Do I seriously have to go back to my dorm? Why can't I just go to class? With a couple more seconds of thought, yes my brain is that small, I realize that Sarawat could be in my next class. With a pout, I scrunch the note up and throw it in the bin as I walk out of the empty cafeteria.

It's almost like a plague went around the faculty, absolutely no one in sight, and not even a peep of conversation in the air. My shoes scrape the pavement, I trudge along, mostly looking at the cloudless sky and tripping over empty cans of soda. I thumb my swollen lips, why did that poo have to make them sting?
The sun starts to set, which prompts a content sigh as the sun rays are both blinding and warming. I place a hand over my eyes, blocking the rays, and hum a song.

With my dorm just up ahead, I stop, reach into my pocket and grab my phone, scrolling through social media as I walk. As peaceful as the faculty and dorms are, it's eerily quiet. Rounding some bends and up some stairs, I'm met with my dorm door. Knocking on the door, half expecting someone to be inside, but no one responds. I smile a bit, grab my keys from under a flower next to the door, and unlock the door quickly. The door slams behind me, I'm met with a sweet vanilla aroma from some of my lit candles.

I should really blow out my candles before leaving. I nod, as if noting my thoughts, and take off my shoes, kicking them to the side. I leap onto my bed, inhaling the welcoming scent. But something quirks my head up, there's a note on my bed side table. My eyes droop a little, I bite my lip as I read the note:

" enjoy your sleep. And we'll drop by to give you the homework. Hope you had fun with your lover ;) "

My eyelids become heavy, my vision warps, I drop the note onto the ground and yawn. My hand feeling my lips. Again... his lips are perfect. But that perfect poo made my lips bleed.

I shake my head as if disapproving an internal argument, shake off my jeans, aggressively take off my shirt and throw on another shirt, which hangs just above my thighs. My cozy bed bellow me, I allow my eyes to droop. In a matter of seconds, I'm dreaming about that perfect poo.

Why would he do that?
Was it a joke ?