My Man

Chapter 14

Arthit's POV

Never share shocking news with a girl who has gone into T-Rex mode because she was hangry for an entire day.

I repeat Never!

Unless you love being spat on and enjoy being covered with a mixture of chocolate milkshake and cheese fries.

Maybe I shouldn't have picked the moment Sarah was practically devouring the food, to share the news about the kiss that I had with Kong. I should have been more watchful, at least after seeing her stuff half a burger and a handful of fries in one bite.

Next thing I know I was looking at a shocked Sarah with her eyebrows perking up and her wide open mouth empty as whatever contents were being churned inside it a while ago was on the front of my white shirt, soiling it completely.

Not how I imagined the situation to unveil!

Definitely not!

In fact, it has to be me who should be asking her questions like what the hell did she mean by whatever she said in the park and why the hell is she avoiding Jason. Instead, I was on the receiving side of an interrogation where her eyes where drilling holes through me making me shake in my shoes,  scared enough to spill everything that unraveled at my apartment an hour ago,  without missing a bit.

And she hasn't even spoken a word to form a question, to be honest! Damn the girl is good.

"So, you are saying the hot guy 'Mr. I-can-break-your-nose-while-still-wearing-a-fancy-suit' is actually your ex?" she asked reminding me of the roughhousing that went around between Prem and Kong at my place a while ago.

I just nodded my head slowly trying to push past the confusing mix of jealousy and pride surging inside me on hearing Sarah call Kong hot. However, the momentary daze started to wear off as Sarah continued to ramble on.

"He is the guy who you broke up with six years ago? He is the guy you literally ran continents away from? He is the guy you left Justin high and dry for?" she asked more like assuring herself rather than questioning me. Maybe I shouldn't have emptied my heart's contents to my best friend in a drunken haze laced with self-pity on a lonely Valentine night. Sure as hell, it had come back to bite me in the ass.

"I knew it! I freaking knew it!" she shouted pumping her fist in the air with a smug look on her face like she had found the answer for a way to get back communication with a missile lost in the wilderness of the space.

"Damn your man is fineee,  A," she said becoming a fangirl in a fraction of a second, her eyes losing the smug look and taking a dreamy edge.

Seriously? I know I am telling this for the millionth time and I don't know how often I am going to say this again, but it's the truth. She is freaking bipolar. She has been loathing in self-pity for days and now one second she was hyperventilating about the fact that I got to meet my ex again and the next second she is getting hot for the same guy. What the hell?

"Okayyyy. You spend six years hiding away from the man and the first thing you do when you get him alone is to jump his bones. All right my friend! Good for you! I could have sworn that you were on your path to becoming a priest by seeing your dating life all these years, A. Then again you are my friend and if we have one thing in common is that we can't give up on our men that easily" she said with an exasperated sigh.

"I DID NOT!" I screamed, which came out as more of a shriek that did its part in embarrassing me further and heating up my already red face. I took a deep breath to compose myself and continued at a slow pace so that I don't end up spewing some incoherent mumble jumble that could bruise my non-existent pride some more.