Prem's POV
Bright drops his tray on the table before he shoves N'Oak over and sits.
"What crawled up your ass?" Tutah asks, looking at Bright.
"You know how I said the Kissing Booth was a great idea," Bright says before he takes a bite.
"Yeah," I answer, wondering where this leading, "You and N'Oak were the only two all gung ho about it."
"Did it not live up to your expectations?" Arthit asks, grinning.
"Aww, P'," N'Oak whines, "Don't tell me it is going to suck. I have to be there tomorrow."
"It was an effing nightmare," Bright groans as he shoves his plate away and bangs his head on the table.
"It wasn't that bad," Knott shrugs, "N'Tew is there now."
"I know," Arthit puts in, "He relieved Kongpop. For some reason, Kongpop is going back to the dorm to shower."
"Shower?" I ask, "Why does he need a shower?"
"He told me 'Don't Ask.'," Arthit shrugs. I wonder what happened.
I look at Knott and mouth, "Ask N'Tew." Knott nods his head.
"What's wrong with P'Bright," Wad asks as he sits down beside me. All of us give him a shrug.
"I know I am going to regret this," I look at Bright, who still has his head on the table. "Why was it a nightmare?"
"Yes, you are going to regret asking that," N'Aim says, placing a drink in front P'Bright. What in the hell happened at the booth? They scheduled N'Aim and Bright together. Should I ask N'Aim since Bright hasn't answered me?
"Do you think I can get them to pull me from the schedule?" Bright mumbles to the table. N'Aim is looking at him, concerned. Ok. What happened!?!
"Is it really that bad?" N'Oak asks with a look of panic.
"It won't be bad for you, Ai'Oak," N'Aim tells his friend. "It just sucked for P'Bright."
"Oh, good," N'Oak replies, "For a moment there, I was thinking of calling in sick tomorrow."
"Can we do that?" Bright asks, sitting up looking at us. "Do you think they would let me off if I said I was sick?"
"What happened?" Tutah questions, "Are you going to tell us or not?"
"Let's just say I have seen the errors of my ways," Bright groans, laying his head back down on the table.
"I don't know what is scarier," Knott looks at me, "Him being morose or him being philosophical. Neither of them suits him."
"I know right," Wad hums in between bites.
"Nong," I ask, looking at N'Aim, "What happened?" N'Aim looks at Bright before he looks at me.
"It was like a parade of ex-girlfriends," N'Aim mutters. "It was not a pretty sight."
"Ohhhh," All of us gasp in understanding.
"Ohhhh?" Bright sits up, glaring, "Is that all you can say? Oh?"
"What do you want us to say?" Tutah shrugs, "Even you knew there would be a day of reckoning." Tutah pauses and looks at Bright, "Although I think that having you sitting in a booth for all of them to come at you one at a time is not something they ever dreamed of being able to do."
"P'Bright served on a silver platter," Wad says, nodding. "It probably was a dream come true."
"Do you want to die?" Bright hisses.
"Hey, that's my line," Arthit jokes as I glare at Bright.
"He is just saying what we were all thinking," I state. Bright narrows his eyes at me before he puts his head back down.
"So what did they do?" Knott asks. I want to know too, but I wasn't going to ask after Wad's little comment.
"Some asked to get back together. Some gave P'Bright their new phone numbers," N'Aim lists. It doesn't sound too bad. "Several slapped him. A few of them brought their new boyfriends to threaten him. A couple threw articles of clothing at him. I tried not to see what. One dumped a whole box of things on his head. I think that is all."
"You forgot the two that threw water on me," Bright mutters.
Damn! It was bad. I exchange looks with my friends and can see they are all just as shocked.
"Do you think they spammed the survey just to get me in the stupid booth?" Bright asks, looking up at us.
"It was only open to our department," Knott answers, "And you had to verify your class and code. Plus, you were only allowed one chance to vote. So I don't think so."
"When do you have to be in there again?" Arthit asks.
"Thursday," Bright sighs. "I have two days to come down with a life-threatening illness."
N'Aim smacks him on the back of the head, and all of us freeze. Even Bright and the nong freeze looking at each other.
"Umm," N'Aim stammers, "Sorry, P'Bright."
"What the hell, nong?" Bright shouts as all of us try hard not to laugh. I can't believe his nong cuffed him in the head.
"Just don't say stuff like that," N'Aim huffs.
"It was a joke," Bright snarks. "You know, funny. Haha. Sheesh. When did you lose your sense of humor?"
"Who has lost their sense of humor?" P'Dear says, walking up.
"N'Aim. Why are you here?" Tutah asks, moving over so P'Dear can join us.
"The booth committee has to meet," P'Dear says after he sits down.
"We weren't informed," Knott states, looking at his phone. "I didn't get an email."
"Only the Fourth Years were called," P'Dear explains. "Seems like we have to set rules for people who enter the booth."
"Really?" Bright chimes in, looking excited. "Can I give suggestions?"
"I doubt they will prescreen people in your line to see if they dated you," I joke.
"You never know," Bright pouts. "Did you get called in because of what happened to me?"
"You and N'Kongpop," P'Dear answers.
"Kongpop?" Arthit asks, "What happened to Kongpop?" P'Dear looks at everyone at the table.
"You guys don't know?" P'Dear looks at us in shock. "Didn't he tell you, N'Arthit? Where is he?"
"He went to the dorm to take a shower," Arthit offers, "He wouldn't tell me why. So what happened, P'Dear?"
"I don't know...," P'Dear gets cut off when Arthit stands and slams his hands on the table.
"What happened?!?" Arthit shouts.
"It was nothing, P'Arthit," N'Kongpop says, running up to stop Arthit.
"Nothing?" Arthit scoffs, "They are calling a damn meeting. That doesn't sound like nothing to me."
"Calm down," N'Kongpop tells him. I can't remember those words ever working on our friend.
"I will tell you. Just calm down," N'Kongpop repeats.
"What are you hiding from me?" Arthit grouses as he sits back down.
"I am not hiding anything," N'Kongpop mutters, "I just wanted to tell you in person."
"Well," Arthit goads when his boyfriend stops. "You are here in person, so tell me now."
"Someone threw pink milk all over me," N'Kongpop complies.
"Pink milk?" Arthit questions looking at his boyfriend as he stands back up.
"Him? Or her?" He asks very calmly. I look at the others. I think all of us are missing something. Him or her? Who is he talking about?
"HIM? OR HER?" Arthit demands, making his boyfriend jump.
"Her," N'Kongpop says quietly.
Arthit grabs his drink off the table and stalks off, muttering to himself.
"Nong," Knott says, watching Arthit walk away, "You better follow him." N'Kongpop, who was already getting up, nods at him and runs after Arthit.
"Who is her?" I ask the table.
"If I had to guess," Knott sighs, "I would say Namtam."
"Don't tell me she is back?" Tutah grumbles. "Why doesn't she leave him alone? She has a boyfriend."
"Who is Namtam?" N'Oak asks.
"A better question would be, how did she know N'Kongpop is dating Ai'Arthit?" Bright offers as he looks where Arthit went.
"Yeah," I agree, "I think we should follow them." All of us stand up and run after them. Leaving P'Dear alone at the table yelling after us to don't do anything stupid.
"Who is Namtam?" I hear N'Oak ask again.
"Later, nong," Tutah barks.
Arthit's POV
Throw pink milk on my boyfriend? What the hell? Where is she? Screw friendship. We are done.
"P'Arthit, it is ok," Kong says as he tries to stop me.
"It is not ok," I tell him. "It was uncalled for is what it is."
"She was just upset," Kong defends, "I was rude to them.
I stop and stare at my boyfriend. Why is he trying to protect her? They were rude first. They don't deserve to be defended!
Pulling out my phone, I go to call Namtam. Will she even pick up? She has got to know that by now, I know what she has done and won't pick up. How do I find out where she is?
"P'?" Kong calls. I look up and see that my friends have followed us. Tutah!
"Ai'Tutah, how do I find her?" I ask, "I know she won't answer a message or a call."
"Do you follow her on anything?" Tutah questions, holding a hand out for my phone.
"Only IG and Facebook," I reply, handing over my phone.
"Let's see if she posted anything," Tutah grins.
"P'Tutah, why are you helping him?" Kong whines, "It was only pink milk. I survived."
"Not the point, nong," Knott mutters as he looms over Tutah's shoulder.
"She has bothered you for one day," Prem grumbles, looking over the other shoulder, "She has annoyed us for years."
"Yep," Bright growls, "If I can have a day of reckoning, so can she."
I smile, watching my friends, and notice Kong trying to get his friends to help him stop them. But even they are trying to squeeze in to see my phone.
"Try IG," N'Oak puts in. "Do you have notifications on or off, P'Arthit?"
"Off," I answer.
"Oh, she posted five minutes ago," Tutah says, "Does anybody recognize this booth? It looks like some kind of cosplay cafe."
"I do," N'Aim grins, "I was there before my time in the booth with May. It is the IC booth."
"Which way?" I ask.
"It is over that way," N'Aim points, "It is not too far."
"P'," Kong grabs my arm, "Just let it go."
"Like hell, I will," I growl. Now it is time to find Namtam.
Working our way through the crowd was a pain in the ass. Not that I expected the crowd to part for us, but seriously get the hell out of my way. I am on a mission.
I can see the booth and begin looking at the tables to see if she is still there.
"There," N'Aim shouts. I look to where he is pointing, and sure enough, there she sits with Jay.
"Kong," I turn and look at him. "Was Jay with her?" I see Kong fidgeting. "KONG!"
"Yes," Kong sighs.
"I need another drink," I tell my friends, and Bright hands me his with a grin.
"Thanks," I grin back.
"P'Prem," N'Wad tugs on his boyfriend's sleeve, "Is he really going to dump drinks on them?"
"Yep!" Prem laughs. "She deserves it. Trust me."
Walking into the booth, I let Tutah and Bright run interference with the workers and head straight for Jay and Namtam.
"Oon!" Namtam gasps and pales when she sees Kong beside me.
"Don't call him that," Kong growls.
"Arthit," Jay starts to stand, and I throw Bright's drink in his face. "What the hell, Arthit!?!"
"That is for me," I snarl. "For all the shit you have put me through!"
"Oon! What are you doing?" Namtam shrieks as she is grabbing napkins to hand to Jay.
I walk over to her and turn my drink upside down over her head. Smiling as I watch the pink milk pour all over her. I am thrilled I gave in today and ordered it.
"MY NAME IS ARTHIT! And that is for Kongpop," I growl. Leaning down, I look her in the eye. "Did you think I would leave you out?"
"Oo-Arthit," Namtam sputters.
"You should have stopped while you were ahead, Namtam," I snap, "Did you really think I would let you do that to him and let it slide? After everything you two have done? You thought I would just ignore you attacking my boyfriend."
Once again, there is a collective gasp from the onlookers. Shit! Twice. I have done that twice today. I glance to my right and see my boyfriend trying to hide a goofy-ass grin.
"You don't care how other people see you?" Jay taunts.
"See me? SEE ME?!?" I yell. "No, I guess I don't! So what does that tell you?"
Jay looks at me, trying to decide what to say next.
"Let's call this good," I sneer, "You get Namtam, and I get Kongpop. You know who is yours, and I know who is mine. So make sure yours doesn't mess with mine again."
I grab Kong's hand and walk out of the booth. We get a few rows over from the booth when Kong stops walking making me stop. Turning, I see all of my friends smiling and laughing. Looking at my boyfriend, I see that he, too, is smiling from ear to ear.
"Damn, that was satisfying," Bright giggles like a maniac. "I wish I had fvcking recorded it!"
"Oh, it was recorded," Tutah laughs, holding out his phone, "Look."
"This is going to go viral," N'Wad snorts, looking at it. "Good job, P'. That makes twice in one day."
"Twice in one day?" I question.
"You haven't seen the one from the booth?" N'Oak asks, pulling out his phone.
Oh, hell. What have I done? Again!
2273 6-8-19
This marks my third month of writing this story that I picked up on a whim. I have written a chapter once a day for three months. That is insane.
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