KristSingto : SOTUS days❤️

Chapter 6 - Meant to be? Destiny?

Krist's POV

"At one point I thought it'll be a science-fiction y'know"

I began my narration of yesterday's adventure to Sarut and Mike, once we reached 'our spot', a secluded area further away from the faculty buildings, with a banyan tree, around which were stone slabs that served as benches.

"Huh?! Why?!", Mike was sputtering.

"She said she wanted to check our 'chemi'! All the while inside my head, I was like 'why don't you go to the laboratory?' ", I rolled my eyes.

"No shit!", Sarut was now laughing so hard that he had tears shining in his eyes.

"So did you tell her how bad you were at highschool Chemistry? So bad that you were prohibited from ever entering the lab?", Mike had a very innocently curious expression, that I held in my instinct to knock him out.

"Such a thing never happened, SO NO!", I felt my temper rising. I looked at both of them, and they, as expected, had 'disappointed-but-not-surprised' expressions.

"Yeah right!", Sarut had one finger pointed up, and that was never a good sign.

"It was me who hid a huge chunk of Sodium inside the trouser pocket and threw it onto the sink when the teacher came searching. And when girls started screaming cz of the sparks, it was me, obviously, who thought to be the hero and dumped a bucket of water onto it and made it explode. Ahh! It must also be me who wanted to see whether the teacher is correct and tested the flammability of acetone and blew up the whole lab. Mike, wasn't it also me who added a hundred in grams instead of milligrams and then started arguing with the teacher saying that it could've been a discovery if it hadn't been interrupted?"

Did I ever mention how Sarut is a big ugly smellfungus with an equally ugly mouth? Well, now you know, he is.

"Dude!", Mike was red from hitting Sarut with one hand while the other was balled up and fisted over his mouth, trying to contain his laughter. "You didn't just- HAHAHA", and he fell off the bench.

I'm telling you it wasn't my fault... Not entirely mine... I think half of them were originally Sarut's ideas...

"Cut it out you crackheads! That's enough!", I hit Sarut, who was seated next to me, hard on the back of his head.

"Ah!?!?", he turned at me with a glare.

"What?", I returned back an equally ferocious glare after which he "Hmmph"ed, snatched the bag of peanuts I was eating from and faced the other way.

"So you met P'Singto at the auditions?", Mike asked for the seventh time that day.

I ignored his incessant questioning and grabbed the bag of peanuts back from Sarut's hand.

"Just why oh Lord...", Sarut had his arms pointed pleadingly towards the sky.

"Are you sure it was him? Like, did you properly see him? It could've been someone like him y'know...", Mike was still in complete denial that his role model wasn't entirely whom he thought to be.

It seemed that he wasn't planning on giving up on his interrogation anytime soon, so I decided that I might as well play along.

"Yeah... We even talked. A lot"

"Talked what?! Oh my god wait, I've gotta tell this to Gawin. He's gonna be so jealous! Haha. I'm gonna first-"

I muted out the rest of his monologue and went back to eating my peanuts in peace.

That was when I heard a 'bing' from my phone, which was in the hands of Mike who was busily typing essays to his hazer friend-slash-rival. I rarely get any messages on my phone other than from my family, advertisement companies and from the duo next to me. So I asked a lazy "Who?" and proceeded with my munching.