"Metawin, don't do this to me. Let me explain.
"Explain what? Explain to me how much you enjoyed toying with my emotions because you knew that no matter what you do, I'd stay? Explain to me how much you found these events amusing while I kept all th...
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•WIN OPAS-IAMKAJORN•
January 2013
Everyone is on their feet, running around and making themselves busy which includes me since we're preparing for the Music Festival for this evening. I religiously assisted the other members in putting up the stage. We only have a few hours left before the activity starts and we're assigned to beautify the place where they'll be performing later on. And by the looks of it, we should be able to pull this off just before lunchtime.
"Win!" A quirky yet deep voice catches my attention and I roll my eyes before I whirl around to meet my friend.
"Guy is looking for you, and he's fuming mad!"
"What the heck did I do this time?" I ask while I trail towards the backstage with JJ.
"I sure did everything that he asked me to do," I continue to rumble to my friend who shrugs his shoulders until we reach the place where Guy is.
His eyes are glaring at everyone inside the same room as him, and if you're not good enough to read the room — you'd be stepping into the pits of hell without even noticing it. But being with Guy for three years in this club had made me a tad good with appeasing him when he's being all too devilish, and would about to lose his marbles.
"Guy," I say almost in a whisper making him snap his head in my direction. I offer a forced smile before he trudges towards me and grabs either side of my shoulders with a tight hold.
"That kinda hurts, you know."
"Metawin! We have a problem, one of the performers is sick and would not be able to play tonight."
"Let's just take him out of the list?"
"I wish it was that easy, then you wouldn't be here talking with me, no? But Win, the very reason that we had to put together this whole thing was because of him. Today was supposed to be his debut as the school's rising star," he mentions as if he was reaching the star himself with the twinkle on his eyes making me cringe.
"We need him to gather more people for our club, Win! Help me na khrab, sweetie."
As much as I want to know who this person is, there's a part of me that doesn't want to actually get involved with this situation. And if he is really sick and would not be able to attend the said event then there's nothing that we could do about it. Especially not, when we only have a few hours before we start the program.
"Even if I tell you that I don't want to. You would still ask me to do it. So, what do you want me to do this time, khun?"
"That's for you to know, and for me to find out," he said with his teasing grin before he finally lets go of my shoulder which is probably bruised by now.
"You got this, sweetie," he adds.
"You got this, sweetie," I mimic before I give him daggers with my eyes which he dodges right away.
