"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•
March 2014
"Do you think I would be a good singer?" I inquire on Bright who is just staring into the field with a certain look on his face — not sure what it is particularly, but I can tell that he's already somewhere else.
"Or maybe I could try and do something out of the box? How about pole dancing?"
"Sure," he replies to the conversation.
"You think I can really do it? I don't think I'm that flexible though," albeit knowing that he's not with me, I still continue to fill him with more nonsense to at least catch his attention.
And yet, no matter what I spout — someone else got his attention away from me already and now that I think about it, he isn't staring at the field itself. Right now, I am tracing his line of sight and those piercing gazes are so dutifully staring at a particular person who is sitting on the ground with his friends. To be honest, though we've been best friends for a while now — I have never heard him being interested in someone in particular. But as I stare at Bright once more, for some unknown reason, my heart feels like it is hurting. I don't exactly know why but I'm trying to think that it's just nothing that should make me worry about.
"What about if I sell myself online? Do you think someone would pay me to take my virginity? How much should I price myself for? You think 1M Baht would be enough though?"
"Sure, do that," Bright agrees and I roll my eyes in complete defiance with his responses.
"Really?" I know that he isn't listening anymore and that he's too far gone for a good conversation — but I had nothing else to do anyway. "Why don't you just go up to him and ask for his name or something?"
"What?!" Bright turns to me with that bashful expression on his face that matches beautifully with those adorable doe eyes. He notices my staring at him for a while, and I also notice it — we both avert our gazes to anywhere except each other.
"I don't know what to say to him. You know how the universe works — they throw embarrassing moments at you in front of your crush," he continues and my heart constricts with a sudden burst of unwanted emotions as the word replays in my mind.
Crush.
And once again, I feel so conflicted with the idea of pushing him to go further with that crush and him staying still beside me here at our little table. Our own rendezvous in this school which is a place of utter chaos, shouting, running, chatting, loitering of students who also don't have anything else to do.
