10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 18 '𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲'

Why did I get mad at him that day?
I had long-forgotten about him, about our wretched friendship, about my guilt when I discovered the truth, about everything. At least that's what I intended to do; to forget everything. But that day when I saw him again, our whole bittersweet past swarmed in front of me. Something I wanted to avoid for as long as I can. But despite all that, I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't happy seeing him once again.

Growing up, I heard this from a lot of people; You're such a hypocrite person. Maybe I am. Most of the time I act in contradiction to my feelings and I end up hurting myself but I can't help it. It just happens.

That day I so wanted to say I missed you, that I'm sorry but I only ended up being a jerk. I don't know why it made me so angry seeing you hating me when I know it was only reasonable. Anyone would've done the same.

"OFF". Sara's voice echoed my brain.

"Huh what—?"

"What's wrong? You look so distracted."

"Um...I...haven't got enough sleep lately. The club activities and our assignments. Sorry babe." I lied. There wasn't much club activities lately except for our main project for which I wasn't needed mostly, as for the assignments, I only start at the end of our deadline. So yeah the only thing occupied in my head was Gun.

"But you promised to be with me all day. Don't forget." Her voice sounds so threatening.

"Of course." I gave her the most sweetest smile and she couldn't help but return.

The rest of our date was our usual routine which is 90 percent taking pictures. We explored cafes, streets and ate some generous amount of ice cream which by no doubt was for her instagram. Since I'm a photography student this is like a win win situation for both of us. If I think about it deeply, I've never really had any strong feelings towards anyone. As for Sara; she has her pros like she's hot, not very sensitive, enjoys being photographed while her clinginess is irritating at times.

I've neglected my girlfriend for very long so let's say I'm pampering her by watching this shitty romance movie which doesn't make sense to me. The movie hall is filled with silence so I slowly take out my phone to see 5 missed calls from Pete. There's also a text from him that says
𝘠𝘢𝘺𝘺𝘺𝘺....1𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺

Shitt. I can't believe my eyes. I'm so happy our hard work finally payed off.

Wait! We are celebrating? Does it mean Gun is also there? Just the thought of seeing him again excites me. We finally finished watching this goddam movie and are heading towards the bar which Pete messaged.

"OFF".
Pete shouted as soon as we entered. There's a lot of people here; most of them drinking and dancing. It is dark and the lights are scattering all over my eyes so I can't see a thing therefore I straightly walk towards Pete and ask about Gun.
"He said he's not feeling well so he declined."

"What—? I mean what happened?"

"I don't know ask Oab. He just came from his place."

I look around and Oab is sitting on the corner of the seat. I want to ask him but I'm so angry that my feet won't budge.
Why would he go to his place?
When did they become so close?

I stormed out of the bar angrily and started driving. All I can think about is Gun. I want to see him. At least check if he's okay. We used to be so close it's only natural that I would worry about him and that's why I'm going to see him. Yess. Feeling more confident in my answer, I breathe in relief.

I quickly reach his dorm thanks to Pete who knows his address through Josh. I reach his door and gulp down all my saliva in nervousness. It's okay Off he won't kill you, alright?

I knock the door and hear some sound coming from inside. Gun opened the door and froze in seeing my face.

His hair is the first thing I notice; it looks so fluffy,
so soft. He's wearing very small shorts which is almost covered by his oversized T-shirt that highlights his collarbone in the most flattering way. Dare I say he looks so cute.

"What are you doing here?" His voice is so sharp.

"Umm... I heard you were not feeling well."

"So?" His reply almost breaks my heart.

"So I'm here to see you."

"What do you want? I told Oab I'm not coming to your party."

I push him aside and enter unable to dodge his question. He looks puzzled but still closed the door and sat on the couch. I carefully examine his room; it is clean and everything looks so managed. I can picture him cleaning everyday.

"So you came to see a sick person empty handed? Wow!"

A sudden ray of embarrassment hits me and I'm lost for words. He chuckles seeing my face and I look away feeling sorry.
I sit next to him making him feel even more uncomfortable. Before he moves, I clutch his shoulder with one of my hand and touch his forehead with the other.

"Did you lie about being sick?" I ask in horror.

"So??"

Since I can't argue with you anyway, I change the topic,
"Do you have beer? I want to drink."

"Go drink at your place."

I ignore his answer and walk towards the refrigerator that I had been eyeing on and to my surprise there's a box of them.

"Let's play a game." I say with a witty smile.

"What game?"

"Truth or dare. If you can't answer you have to drink."