True Colors

V: Extra Scene

Tell me again why exactly did I thought that he's a baby-faced weakling?

After P'Sing left and Apple ran after him, this baby-faced bitch -- Wayo, as Apple introduced him earlier -- grabbed me by the collar before I even fully emerge from the row of shelf P'Sing and I have been in and pulled me towards the last row where he practically shove me up the wall.

"What did you do?"

For someone who's practically strangling me, his voice was calm and steady as he asked me this and I kinda get it now why they all get along nicely.

They all have one thing in common: the calm anger and hidden strength.

"I kissed him." I said, closing my eyes while turning my face away as much as I can so when he finally decided to punch me -- and I know he's going to punch me if his murderous gaze is anything to go by -- the blow wouldn't be too hard. I gripped his wrist with both hands as I waited for the inevitable with bated breath.

"Did he kissed you back?" He asked and trust me, I'm confused as hell as to why that's fucking relevant. He pulled me off the wall a little bit before pushing me back in harder than the first time I could practically here my spine break. "I said, did he kissed you back."

I gulped some air because motherfucker that hurt before thinking back and, uh, yeah, I guess he kissed me back.

He lowered me down, fixed my collar and brushed off non-existent dust there. For a guy who's two inches shorter than me or so, he sure as hell knows how to make you feel intimidated when need be.

He left me dumbfounded there before I could collect my wits and get my bag and leave. I was about to do just that when he put a hand on my chest, took something from his bag before slapping them back against my chest -- pain killers by the looks of it.

"I'm sorry." He blushed, embarrassed, and if he pulled that stunt earlier, I would've believed it but not anymore. I know better now.

Oh, how looks could be deceiving.

"I didn't mean to be rough. I just don't like seeing P'Sing like that."

Of course, my possessive ass chose that moment to make an appearance. "You like him, don't you?"

He looked at me incredulously before chuckling softly, "Wow. You're exactly like Apple described. No wonder she's so hell-bent on making sure you two would end up together." He shook his head fondly as he put on his backpack. "Yes, I like P'Sing but not in the same way you do. I like your friend more in that way."

I pulled my head back as it drew confusion all over my face and going through every single friend I have.

"Do you like a tall guy?" Because really, that would totally narrow it down by a lot.

He blushed at that like a fucking virgin. Like, it wasn't him who shove me up the wall and slowly but surely cut off my breathing.

"Is it Bright?"

"Jesus, God forbid, no." He laughed. "Rome would kill me."

Ahh, so he knows Rome. Okay.

Eh? "You like Phana?"

"Yep." He said, popping the "p" at the end.

"You need my help?"

"Nah. It'll happen if it's meant to happen."

Wow, what a fucking romantic martyr.

He snorted and the thought must've left an impression on my face.

We walked out of the library and of the building. "Well," He spoke just before we part ways. "If he enjoyed it, you just wait for him. He's probably freaking out right now. He's not exactly as emotionally well-rounded as people always assumed he is. Kind of stunted, really, when it comes to romance and feelings so you gotta be patient with him."

"I can be patient." I blurted out. "I've been waiting for him since freshman year."

"Oh, we know." He smiled, knowingly, as if he knows something I don't, taunting me with it. "And that's why we like you for him."

And with that, he turned his back walking towards the parking lot, lazily waving his hand at me as he walked on.

For some reason, I think him and Phana would definitely get along -- what's with the way they both like leaving cryptic messages and shit.