True Colors

VI

To share Apple's sentiment from last week would be funny and really fucking ironic but here we are.

Seriously, the fuck am I doing here?

The next day following The Event, -- ugh, I know I'm being dramatic alright? Jesus Christ, Apple already reprimanded me enough as it is and told me off on how I should grow the fuck up and that she didn't raise me to be a pussy, which, well, she didn't raise me at all, but okay, point taken -- Apple and I had talked it out and I didn't know how it happened exactly, all I know is that one moment I'm telling her all the frustrations I'm having at that time and the next, I'm agreeing to go to Sunny's faculty to apologize for running like the coward he doesn't deserve as Apple lovingly put it.

And I just, shit, this is awkward, alright? Like, it's been a week, I haven't seen the guy since we kissed in the library and now, here I am standing in what Apple claims to be his classroom -- I didn't even bother anymore to know how she knows what faculty he belongs to and which of the rooms would be his classroom 'coz seriously I'm done and I'm scared of my own sister's capabilities. Honestly, she should've joined the police force instead of studying CommArts.

I shifted from foot to foot before leaning on the railings, resting my back on it while crossing my arms on my chest. I kept my head hanging low 'coz seriously, I think I've been checked out by the whole Engineering Faculty at this point and I've only been here for like, yep, 20 minutes.

When the staring got a bit too much, I turned, looking down the lobby instead. God, where the fuck is he? Seriously, I'm getting antsier by the minute.

Did Apple trick me? No, she wouldn't do that. My sister never even once pranked me in all the four years we lived together and I know how dirty she could pull a prank on someone. And by someone, I mean Wayo. I still remember my senior year in highschool when I came home to a Wayo passed out on the couch sporting a blue hair -- bright blue-dyed hair. I tried to wake him up that day to no avail, hoping he could answer me as to why he's in our condo and if he's out of his mind for sporting that hair color, when Apple came from behind me saying that my efforts to wake Wayo up would be futile because she sedated him just so she could execute her prank flawlessly.

The reason why she pranked him? Well, Wayo thought, the genius that he is, it'd be fucking funny to put a generous amount of salt on her kiwi juice instead of sugar.

Safe to say that from the moment Wayo woke up and saw what happened to his hair onwards, he never dared cross my sister again. Not because he doesn't like the hair color, no, he loved it -- what scared him is the fact that my sister is willing to go as far as sedating him just so she could extract her revenge successfully, and frankly, even I am impressed at the heights my sister is willing to go to just to get what she wants.

I smiled fondly at that memory, shaking my head how ridiculous my sister is.

"Sawatdee krap, P'."

I turned to the voice and was surprised to find just how close his face is to mine yet again.

"You should wear a bell." I blurted out of nowhere, my brain short-circuiting, making my filter malfunction.

He chuckled light-heartedly as he shakes his head and stood beside me, staring down the lobby like I'm doing.

"Ohooo. Now I know why our dear Sunny is head over heels for you."

We both turned to the voice and I can see from the way Sunny clenched his jaw that he's two shits away from mauling the guy.

I rubbed the back of my neck, blushing, before plastering a smile that Apple always said could make everybody's underwear dropped to the ground.

"Jesus fuck." Said the stout man with glasses, holding his heart before fanning himself. "You're bad for my health, I should probably get some help. I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell."