King's College Survival 101 - Fake Dating (BohnKing RamKing)

Chapter 7

3rd February

Sunday morning King woke up around 7.00 a.m, followed his usual washup routine, and had a simple breakfast of Kanom Krok, a slice of toast and milk. It was a lecture-free day. But someone had trashed his locker Saturday while he was absent, his lab partner Pao had texted so that night. King moodily rubbed at his aching eyes before batting his own hand away and putting two drops of cool eye drops tilting his head up.

He'd been cramming hard three days for a genetics quiz due on Tuesday, which he had totally forgotten about. So he had taken a rare day off yesterday. Even so, it was only because his eyes were irritated so badly that they started to itch and water uncontrollably. He really shouldn't have strained his eyes in dim light. Sighing, he reached up for a pair of blue washed jeans and a pastel pink T-shirt, slipping his head through the neck first then arms through sleeves.

His sister had left him with her old car since he had no interest in receiving a new one, or particularly driving one. It was only a few months old and was quite comfortable to drive. Still, King took his bicycle out and closed the garage without sparing a second glance at it.

The faculty looked much more peaceful and pleasant without the rowdy students loitering inside the hallways. He politely waiied at a professor on his way, stopped by the office to get the lab key promising to return it quickly. The familiar smell of nose tingling bleach and a mix of bitter formaldehyde wafted his nostrils as he walked inside. On his shared desk was a set of test tubes neatly placed in a rack, labeled with Pao's handwriting. He felt guilty for burdening him with both of their shares.

Reminding himself to help him with his extra lab work next time King walked passed the small corridor and into the lab locker room. Pao was right. Someone really had broken his locker and trashed its inside with graffiti. Fortunately, Pao had been able to save most of his notes and secured them in his own locker for the time being. King removed his side bag and patiently started to clean it with a wet rag and borrowed some of rubbing alcohol from the cupboard later on.

After cleaning the place as best as he could, he properly placed the borrowed items back in their original place and left the lab to return the key. It was already quarter past ten. Whoever did it really wanted him to suffer. King really hated wasting time when he had a tight schedule. Moreover, the whole week had been a chaotic mess. So the whole thing annoyed him. He hadn't even done anything wrong to deserve such punishment!

Today he had come in from the back gate and parked his bicycle on the brow of a hill. King was in the middle of unlocking the lock on his bike when he sensed something was wrong.

"Oh?"

His front tire was punched!

King huffed sitting on the grass and crossed his legs. He had only left it alone a little over two hours.

Somebody was deliberately bullying him. First the locker, now this, it could not be a coincidence. His back tire was left untouched probably to make it seem normal. If he hadn't noticed beforehand he'd have injured himself badly. It definitely wasn't meant to be a prank.

Who would even make such an extreme effort to stalk him and his schedules with such ill intentions?

King finally stood up and kicked the bicycle stand to maneuver it around.

"Ai'Bohn's maniac fangirls. Who else"

He had no one else to blame but Patpasit. Bohn's mere existence was the bane of his life!

And yet, the hypocrite had the gall to tell him that he was living to annoy him.

King dramatically scoffed and yanked his bike meaning to speed walk but collided on a hard chest and stumbled back a step clutching his nose with a high pitched ow! The annoying jacket button really did a number on him.