2gether: English Retelling

Chapter 1

Have you ever been in a situation where you couldn't go forwards or back?

You wanted to go left but there was a vicious dog. Then you wanted to go right but it was a dead end. This situation is like the one I am in now. Except instead of a vicious dog there is a red colored box and the cute boy handing it to me. And instead of a dead-end there was a red colored box and a cute boy handing it to me. The boy in front of me smiles. His dark hair is offset by smooth, pale skin and brown almond shaped eyes. But I don't want to admit that he is handsome.

Even before he speaks, I know what he is here for. I can tell from the way he walks and the way he puts his hands on his hips once I accept the box. I feel as though I am a polite child who doesn't know how to refuse an unwanted hug from an unfamiliar "family member". My handsome chic face must have slipped for a moment, for the boy in front of me asks, "What's the matter, Tine Teepakorn from the Faculty of Law? Be happy! I have a crush on you,"

"Umm," I am unable to respond, for though I expected a confession of this sort, even in my first week at a new college, I did not expect it from a gay freshman boy. At my old all-boys school. I was the cutest, chicest guy there. If you ask anyone who went to my school, they will for sure know the name Tine Teepakorn. I turn to face my friends to ask for help, but like the unloyal leeches they are, they all turn away pretending to call someone.

"Hey mom! How are you? Haven't talked in awhile!"

"Oh Emma, you were calling for me?"

"Didn't we need to go over our homework from that class...?"

"So Tine Teepakorn from the faculty of Law?"

My name is not the Great Wall of China, you don't need to call me by my full name every single time. What is this guy on? "I... I don't like boys. I like girls," I raise my voice at the end, attempting to make my point. Why did I stutter? This is a fact I am sure of, and while boys may be beautiful, they are not for me. "That's okay. Things can always change," he answers confidently. "But..." I struggle to come up with a reason for him to go away, although he is acting as if he has not even been rejected! "I already have someone that I like,"

"Who is it?"

"You don't need to know," Of course, not even I know, which is my only reason for not answering. I have no confirmation that any of the beautiful girls on campus actually like me, and I cannot use their names without consent. After all, what if the owner of that name retaliated against me? They could drag my chic name through the mud. I try to look inconspicuously towards the main university building, to see if I could make a run for it. Unfortunately, all I catch sight of are my three friends, cheering on this boy's approaches. "Well, I don't care who you like, I can compete with anyone," he tells me with confidence. I do my best to keep the angry red flush from my face, making it look as if we are just two friends talking. "I even have an ex whose girlfriend was the campus star in the Faculty of Medicine, but I managed to steal him from her. See? I told you I will win you over," he puts his hands on his hips like a proud child, am I supposed to applaud him now? "But still-" I try to say, but he interrupts my train of thought, "Think again,"

"..."

"I will do anything for you! We can do it in bed or on the balcony, wherever and whenever you want, I will be there,"

What the hell? I feel red flooding my cheeks again, but not from anger.

"All of my ex-boyfriends say that I am amazing as well,"

"Then why don't you continue dating them?!" I finally get out. He adopts a pouting expression onto his face, "if we were still dating, I wouldn't be calling them exes would I?" Oh my god, I'm so screwed. "I liked you from the moment I saw you, Tine Teepakorn from the Faculty of Law, you will see me everyday!"