He Doesn't Really Like Me That Way

The promise

Ugh. This is aggravating, were we really tied at the hip? And why instead of picking up girls am I watching Sarawat to make sure he doesn't get picked up by girls. What kind of a fucked up situation is this.

I can't focus on dancing like this. With a sigh, I return to the bar. "Hey, having fun?" I ask as I lean over his shoulder.

He smiles at me, the smile barely lasting a second before dropping into a frown. He shakes his head. "Can we go now?" it's funny how eager he sounds.

"Aw, tired of getting hit on?"

"Yeah. I am not in the mood for conversation let alone to flirt with anyone but it seems like everyone wants to flirt with me. A guy even hit on me just now." He nods towards a group of guys but I don't know which one he was referring to.

I didn't notice before but now my eyes scan the crowd. There were guys and girls kissing, a typical scene, but there were also guys and guys grinding on each other. I didn't know this was a mixed club. Not that I had a problem with it, but it sounds slightly like Sarawat did.

"That's why you want to leave, did you hate it that much?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then did you like it?"

"what are you talking about?"

Yeah, what am I talking about? It's not like I know the guy who hit on Sarawat. Why am I defending him?

"What's up with you today. You keep acting weird."

Tell me about it, I wanted to tell him. If I didn't know how awkward things will get I would tell him about the trouble I'm having. In fact, if he wasn't the root cause of the problem then I would've already told him hoping he could fix it like he does everything in my life. Instead, I say,

"It's you. You keep distracting me because I know how tired you are and I can't focus and have fun. You should have let me come alone."

He stares at me for a moment from under his gorgeous eyebrows then he reached for his drink and took a sip. "I am not that tired. I can handle a few more hours. See any girl you like so far?"

I want to growl at him in frustration. "No," I say with a scoff. if I could just get him to go home then I can actually notice whether there are any girls I like.

"Well, I can still stay for another hour or two. keep looking."

Hm. It's useless; this guy will never leave me alone. In that case, I take the drink from his hand and return it to the bar. "Then come dance with me."

"Hmmm, what?"

He doesn't want to. I smirk slightly and pull him to his feet. "Don't be scared, it's just bodies."

He doesn't refuse but I see him wince and dodge the people. Sarawat isn't as outgoing or as cool as the population of our school thought. He was just two steps shy from being an introverted, inhibited gamer nerd. Just because he is hot and dresses really well people think he is a social butterfly, but I know his awkward truth.

"Do I really have to?" he begs with such a sweet puppy look and I can't help smiling.

"What's the point of coming if you are not going to dance, huh? Let's go." I gleefully pushed him into the sea of sweaty, horny bodies.

He suddenly slips and almost falls but I catch him against my chest. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's a little unsteady."

"unsteady?" it was then I notice that my friend was acting a little funny with his legs like they were jelly or something. "Hey, stand properly, what are you doing?"