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- Gulf -

"Wow! Can I have this, Gulf? Nah nah nah."

"I want this."

I slapped both hands of Pete and Top as they try to fish the goodies inside the box. They are the pastries that I really like and they are not just pastries, mind you. They can only be bought at a certain store near my hometown and it's really far from here. How did that 'New' managed to get them all? As much as I want to have them all for myself, I couldn't. I can't even imagine P'Mew totally transforming into Hulk. That alone gives me shiver all over my body.

P'Mew has totally lost it when he knew that someone sent me a box of things that I like. It was the first time I saw him like that and it was REALLY SCARY. I didn't even do anything but I feel so accountable for that just because the note had my name on it. I had a hard time convincing P'Mew that I truly don't know the person who sent that fucking box. If I caught that bastard, aish!

I closed the box and set them aside since the next class is about to start. I saw Pete still eyeing on the box and glared at him as I run my thumb across my neck, telling him I'll kill him if he dares to touch them. I am going to return that fucking box no matter what because if not, I will be a dead meat in P'Mew's hands. Oh so scary.

The class has just finished and now I am troubled as to how am I supposed to return this fucking box. What a hassle day!

I saw messages from P'Mew but I didn't dare to open them yet not until I have this returned.

"Just don't return it. We don't even know who sent that. Might as well put that in good hands. In short, gave them to me." said Pete as he tries to get the box from my hands but I kicked him on the shin which made him cry in pain. Serves you right, moron.

"So, do you have any idea how that box will return to its owner? Like, there's a lot of people in the university named New." said Top and I know deep inside that he's got a point but I don't wanna receive this, really. Receiving means accepting... wait, accept what? Accept that guy named New's feelings? Hell no! I've got to be loyal.

"Why don't we try roaming around the school and observe everyone?" Pete jumped in front of us as he says the idea he just thought of.

"And then?" said Top.

"And whoever dares to stare, to look back, to stick his eyes on Gulf, he's the New we're looking for." I got what he's pointing out because someone guilty has always this kind of attitude, of following someone with their eyes to somehow see how they will react on something they did.

"Now your brain has found its function, huh? Let's go!!!"

We're now roaming around the school and has reached the Faculty of Engineering. There are students around and no matter how much we tried to look at them, they're all busy with their own life. Pete's idea is a flop, I knew it. We shouldn't have trusted his stupid idea, his brain is just for displaying, totally of no use.

"Maybe he doesn't go to this faculty."

We are all about to turn around when we suddenly heard a conversation that kind of connects to what we are looking for.

'Did you deliver it well?'

'Uh, yes. I told the delivery man to make sure not to rip off the note I attached and he said yes.'

Thinking of the same conclusion, our eyes met and we hurriedly approached their group. Among them for sure is the guy we're looking for and I can finally return this stupid box to him and dump his ass.

I banged angrily the box on the table which made everyone around it shocked.

"Take it back!"

I stormed out as soon as I said those words and I felt Pete and Top followed right away.

'Was this the delivery you're talking about?'

'No, it was Mom's.'

I heard soft noises coming from them but I didn't bother to listen to them. I did my agenda and that's totally enough.

"Take it back. Take it back. Nye nye." Top is copying what I said earlier. We're now here at the soccer field, practicing.

"Will you fucking shut up?" and I kicked the ball right straight into his face. Unfortunately, he's got fast reflexes and was able to dodge the ball right on time.

"Why send it back if we can just enjoy them? Such a waste." And that's Pete who's bugging me to change my mind and retrieve the box.

"Instead of training hard, you're here complaining over a box of sweets. Should I report this to P'Earth just so you can get a good scolding, huh? Huh?" I said as I hit him on the head while running after Pete.

Just when I thought I have been unlucky enough for this day, another unlucky event arose. I didn't see the big rock on the ground which caused me to trip myself to death. Pete immediately came to my aid and helped me get myself together. The fall caused me a deep wound on my right knee. He helped me sit on a bench and my other teammates started swarming around.

"Hey, are you alright? That looks serious. Does it hurt a lot?"

"I think you need to go to the hospital."

"I'm fine. I'm fine. You're all overreacting." all I can see in their eyes is concern but I'm totally fine. I don't feel anything. I tried convincing them that it doesn't really hurt but they don't seem to be convinced.

After arguing if I should go see a doctor or not, we ended up going to the school clinic.

"Hmm. That's strange. Even if I put pressure on it, you still don't react. Don't you really feel anything?"

The school doctor keeps asking me if I can feel anything, but when I tell him I don't, he doesn't believe me. What's the point of answering if he will not believe me, anyways? Hays.

He continued cleaning my wound when I suddenly heard my phone rang. Right, I totally forgot to reply back to P'Mew.

'I'm at the school clinic now.'

Right when I said that, the call immediately dropped.

Few minutes later, a tall guy who obviously run his might to get here showed up.

"P'Mew."

"What happened? Are you alright? Why didn't you call me right away? What are you feeling? Are you hurt somewhere else?"

I held his face that was busy checking my body back and fort, trying calming him.

"I'm fine. It's just a scratch." And then he looked at my knee which I suddenly regretted because that made him more furious that even the doctor was taken aback.

He took the swab and dipped in on the betadine and gently applied it on my wound.

"I think you can already handle this, Nong Mew." said the doctor and left. Right, he's a medical student, I almost forgot.

"Who gave you the permission to hurt yourself? You are not allowed to have even the slightest wound, not without me. I hate seeing you hurt. Do you understand?"

My heart is acting strange.

Why is it beating so fast?

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