True Colors

VII: Prologue

"Hey, is there something on my face?"

Tutta looked up from where he's typing away in his phone and shook his head.

"Then why's everybody looking at me?"

"Probably 'coz they finally saw you shamelessly flirting with the hottest guy from the other faculty? I mean, you didn't exactly hide it. You're like eyefucking each other in front of our classroom."

I frowned at that. While I'm happy that P'Sing came to me that day, my possessive ass can't handle the thought that -- apart from his faculty -- he managed to make everyone here in my faculty have a crush on him and, really, I'm not the sharing is caring type.

I angrily went back to reading my textbook, glaring at it, when I heard the whispers at the back.

"Oh, my god! Is that him?"

"Yep."

"Oh, god, he looks so hot. No wonder Arthit likes him."

"Oh, my god, look at how handsome he is holding that camera."

"Ugh! I'd model for him for free in a heartbeat."

"Yeah, I'd even pose naked if he told me to."

"Ladies." I hissed.

How exactly did I get here?

Nevermind.

"I'd really appreciate it if you stop ogling at him." I batted my eyelashes and flashed my signature dimpled smile.

"Sorry, Arthit, but you have to understand that we just can't help but appreciate what a fine specimen he is."

"I know and I'm actually quite flattered by it, but trust me when I say, he already gets plenty of appreciation from me." Judging by the way they blushed, they couldn't have missed the innuendo if they tried.

With a wink and flashing my dimpled smile one last time, I went back to my seat and read.

"Wow, Arthit, didn't pegged you as the jealous type." Tutta leaned in and whispered in my ear.

I simply smiled lopsidedly at him in return.

Damn, that's so fucking satisfying.