a/n: Welcome to another KimmonCopter/KimCop book!
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Ming's POV
About a week after the confession one of my friends had told me his name. It had been a long-running joke on the soccer team - Ming and his gay admirer - and I had been growing weary of it. Ready to punch the next person that brought it up, but fate would have it that it was my best friend.
"His name's Copter Panuwat, they call him Kit," Jay said that day. "And it's true. He's really in love with you."
I didn't want to know his name or anything about him. I had no interest in him whatsoever except for the fact that he had taken my harsh rejection so calmly. Somehow this had lingered.
But by the next week, I forgot all about Copter "Kit" Panuwat and his weird confession and he remained forgotten until well into the end of twelfth grade.
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In Social Studies, leaning back on my chair and staring out the window into the field grounds, I heard my name.
"Ming? Are you listening?"
"No," I replied amidst chuckling from the class. A few heads turned eagerly in my direction and their eyes were hungry for a confrontation they could retell to their friends after class.
My teacher sighed and motioned with her hands that I stop leaning on my chair. "You're being paired with Kit for this assignment. It's outlined on the paper I just handed out."
Sure enough, when I looked down at my desk there was a paper waiting for me. The name Kit struck me as familiar, and I turned it over and over in my head obsessively as I reviewed the criteria. The project was essentially a presentation on our assigned country, but it required an essay, media, something interactive with the class, and a laminated handout outlining everything.
It was worth thirty percent of my grade.
As I stared at the page that started to weigh heavily on my shoulders Kit made his way over to my desk with a chair and textbook. When I looked up to greet him I was taken aback. I knew him, the weird guy that professed his love for me.
Fucking shit, this was going to be awkward.
But Kit was just as calm as the day he had confessed. He had a completely stoic expression as he stared back at me and then looked down at his textbook. "We're doing South Korea," he said simply, and I had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
"What?"
He looked back up at me, his eyes shining a little bit. "South Korea," he repeated in a monotonous voice. Very calm. "Our project is on South Korea."
"Oh."
I couldn't help but stare at him curiously. The day I had first met him was being recalled from the depths of my memory and played in my head over and over. I was surprised I hadn't noticed he was in my class at all. He'd changed slightly, compared to the blurry memory in my head, and his hair was a bit longer, bangs falling into his eyes a bit. But other than that he looked the same, with the calm and certain eyes he had before, never changing.
It kind of pissed me off. I was used to reading people easily. I wanted to know exactly what was going through his head.
He must have remembered the confession to me. So why was he sitting there so calmly?
I could feel my scowl starting as I stared at him intently. Just what was his game?
But before I could ask him anything he launched into project chat like a true businessman. His body language told me no personal feelings were to get in the way of the project, and I admired that. It would make things too awkward if we were to bring it up, and this was worth thirty percent of my fucking grade. I wasn't going to let the fag ruin it for me.
In the next twenty minutes, I let him talk. He didn't talk fast or nervously, as I would expect, but he conducted himself well and took charge. "So I'll take care of the multimedia," he continued. "How are you at writing essays?"
"Fucking awful," I admitted. Writing was the worst for me.
"Okay," Kit said pushing his pencil to paper and scribbling something fast into his notebook. "You can do the presentation and the handouts, and figure out something to do for the class. Maybe a game or a test."
I liked that he didn't ask me if this was okay, because I would have refused as well. Though I had to admit I was glad he was doing the bulk of the project. In fact, most of the things I had to do rely on his half. It was your simple copy and paste assignment.
I was so glad at this fact - because it meant more time able to train for Soccer - that I smiled. "Alright."
I had only just briefly considered that maybe this project wasn't going to be so bad after all, until I noticed that Kit was staring at me a little too intensely. "Stop staring at me," I snapped angrily, knowing I was a total hypocrite from the way my eyeballs had bored into him all class. His stare was different though - breaking my perfectly good delusion with his infatuation.
Kit looked back down to his paper at once and continued to work. Not a blush, not a shaking hand.
He was a little too weird.
While I had wanted to keep the fact the two of us had been paired up for an assignment to myself, I couldn't stand being the only one to know. So I confided in Jay, my most practical best friend who happened to also be the cruelest motherfucker to ever grace Earth. Jay was ruthless, on the field and in his normal life. Over the last two years, we had become pretty close friends and I could feel his influence rubbing off on me in the worst of ways.
"This is perfect."
I don't know what I expected to hear from him the situation, but definitely not that.
"What?" I asked, confused. We were sitting at our large table of friends, I had my lunch in front of me and Jay was eagerly eating most of it. "How is this perfect? He freaks me out! Like he is seriously in love with me or something."
Jay took a moment to swallow some of my fries and then explained. "Dude. You have a guy throwing himself at your fucking feet. Get him to suck your dick. That's what I'd do."
I stared at him, not necessarily surprised by his twisted response. "But he's a guy." I reminded.
"Fuck, dude. Your dick doesn't know the difference!"
I was absolutely stunned at this information. "You're fucking sick," I said rationally, taking back the basket of fries and stuffing a few into my mouth. "I'm not gay."
"You don't have to be gay. That's the best part. Bro, if that guy was in love with me and we worked together on the assignment, I'd be taking advantage of everything. I'd be like, Hey slut, do this whole assignment and I'll let you suck my dick. And you know what? That would make his fucking gay day! It'd be a win-win for me, and win-win for him!"
I couldn't look at him as I considered everything he was saying. No matter how cruel or sick Jay was, he was making sense.
And in fact, when that idea was planted in my head, I kind of grew excited at the opportunities. If Kit was still in love with me, which I was sure he was, I could use him. I could make it so that he would do the entire assignment, and I could sit back and watch my grade skyrocket. When it was all over, I'd get a blowjob and that would be that.
"I'm telling you, Ming, an opportunity of a lifetime is passing you by."
To be continued...
This is for the 5th...
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