"Hi, excuse me? May you call Su--P'Arthit for me?" I said in the sweetest, most innocent voice I know could bring all the boys in my yard and cave into whatever I'm asking.
The guy I'm currently talking to just looks at me with a 5-second dumbstruck face before nodding his head absent-mindedly and running off to where that Sunny is.
I followed where the guy is going with my eyes and saw him telling P'Arthit that someone's looking for him. That seemed to have attracted the whole team's attention, what's with him talking and pointing to my direction that all I could do is wave at them while feigning shyness and faking a blush -- seriously, boys are so dumb, this is why P'Sing is the only man I need in my life -- because the whole practice suddenly came to a stop.
They hooted and hollered like the uncultured swines I know that they are as P'Arthit strode my way, his expression clearly irritated before he schooled his features into a megawatt smile.
Ahh. There's the infamous dimple Wayo kept going on and on about. Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he definitely has a crush on this guy what's with the way he's talking about him. Not as animatedly as he does when talking about that rat though, so I guess Wayo's really loyal to his crush?
Took me some time to know things about him -- background check is fucking important before I even let him breathe the same air that P'Sing does. Thankfully, with my pretty face and Wayo's incessant habit of being a busybody as well as his friend's, Rome, connections, I managed to get the vitals about him.
One is he's almost voted to be their Faculty's Moon but he declined 'coz he wants to be in the basketball team full time. And boy, the adamance he's shown about disagreeing to be the Moon -- even just as a finalist -- is fucking surprising.
Second, he's a second year student in the Faculty of Engineering majoring in Industrial Engineering. And I know what you're thinking, why is this information not in number one, why is it on number two? Because, honestly, it's just that shocking that he even have the audacity to decline being the Moon. That's like an honor bitch.
But I digress.
If you ask me what else I found about him that shooketh my core the same way it did about the Moon thing, it's probably how harshly he turns down the ladies.
It's widely known in their faculty how he could shot down a lady while keeping that fucking dimpled smile plastered on his face. And frankly, that's what excites me and what brought me here. I'm not offering myself as a victor. I'm just motherfucking curious if how they describe it is true.
"You could talk to me, you know? Or take a picture of me if you like I don't really mind but you're kind of holding up my warm-ups and I'd very much like to get back on that."
Okay, all I can say is... it's motherfuking accurate alright!?
I couldn't help but snort at the hilarity of the situation I put myself into -- and of the fact that this guy might as well be what the universe designed to be P'Sing's soulmate, honestly, they're so fucking perfect I could even taste it if I stick out my tongue in the air like snakes do -- so I went on to clear my throat then, plastering my best sweet-yet-sultry smile that I could muster before Wai'ng and introducing myself at him.
"P'Arthit ka." I spoke, making sure to lilt it just right on the flirty side. I almost lost my composure when I saw his left eye twitch. Damn, girls professing their love to him must've been such a nuisance for him to be this irritated.
Mind you, his left eye twitch in irritation but his dimpled smile never wavered.
Gawd, he's such a fucking bully. He'll definitely shove P'Sing out of his comfort zone.
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True Colors
FanficPersona, the mask or image we present to the world, is designed to make a particular impression on others while concealing our true natures. - Carl Gustav Jung