Prem's POV
"Why aren't you running around with the nongs?" Knott asks P'Win, who just dropped in a chair next to P'Dear gasping.
"I am old, nong," P'Win pants, "There I said it. Happy?"
"I thought that was P'Dear," Tutah grins at his old friend.
"Keep going," P'Dear grins back. "Let's see what I do when your nong makes you walk like a duck." P'Dear points at Tutah, "Trust me. That nong will once he gets past his shyness."
"He has gotten past that already," Tutah laughs, and all heads slowly turn to look at me. Oh yay! Thanks for reminding me I am the last virgin standing! Fun! Fun! Wait a second. I turn and look at Bright. Has he done the deed with his nong?
"Don't ask," Bright says, frowning at me, "Both of us have nongs with a history, and that sucks."
"How is N'Kammon?" I ask, glancing over at the nongs playing volleyball on the beach. "Does he have nightmares?"
"None that I have seen," Bright answers leaning back in his chair. Who would have thought that both of us would be dealing with the aftermath of that asshole? "Or any issues that I have found with what we have done." Bright looks over at me, "How is N'Wad coping?"
"Yeah," Arthit chimes in, "What about the stalker? Anything else come?"
"He is coping," I sigh, "As for the stalker, there have been two more packages here and one at his mom's."
"Like the first?" P'Win asks, leaning over and taking a sip from P'Dear's drink before P'Dear notices him. P'Dear jerks his drink away when he catches his boyfriend.
"Yes," I nod, "One had photos with all our faces scratched off, and the other just had a list of names in order. The one at N'Wad's mom was a list also, but the order was different for her."
"This person has way too much time on his hands," Knott growls. "What are the police doing?"
"Well," I sit back, "They were glad we were going to be gone this weekend. They have two officers staying over at our dorm this weekend, and the security guard got the weekend off so another officer can take his spot."
"They think the one delivering the packages is the person creating them?" Arthit asks. "Did they talk to N'Wad's father and his crazy wife?"
"They don't know, but they want to talk to the person who drops it off," I explain, "As for N'Wad father and that batshit crazy woman, they can't find anything that would connect them with this."
"Do you believe that?" P'Dear asks. I look at all my friends and can tell they are thinking the same thing I am.
"There is no way in hell they are not involved in this," I growl, "They would be the only ones who would benefit from N'Wad not testifying." I don't care what the police say. It is them. After that stunt, P'Dean's crazy mom pulled on Wad. It has to be her, at least.
"Do you really think they will do something," Tutah says, looking away from N'Jett? "Or is it just empty threats."
"Empty or otherwise." I hiss, "They are threatening N'Wad and us." I watch Wad laughing with his friends. That is the smile I am going to protect.
"So, what are we going to do?" Knott asks, looking where I am.
"I don't know," I sigh, "We don't even know who we are fighting this time. Last time, we had a target. We have one now; we just don't know who it is."
"Should we go back to the never-alone system?" Knott continues, "I don't think there would be much change, but..." Knott trails off, and I turn back to look at him.
"But what?" I demand.
"N'Kammon," Knott says, "He is out of our faculty. We don't have anyone who can buddy him in Architecture."
"I have asked him to transfer," Bright puts in.
"Ai'Bright!" Tutah shouts, making the nongs look over at us. We wave them off, turning on Bright.
"How could you ask him to change faculties again?" Tutah hisses at our friend. "Don't be selfish!"
"I know!" Bright hisses back at Tutah, "It just came out!"
"I have a friend who is doing his Master's in the faculty," P'Dear puts in, "I will ask him to try and keep a lookout for him, but I don't know how much that will be."
"Better than nothing," Bright sighs.
"P'Bright!" N'Kammon runs up out of breath, "Come join us."
"Go join your nong," Arthit teases while N'Kammon tugs on Bright's arm.
"P'Arthit!" N'Kongpop calls motioning for his boyfriend to join him. Arthit waves him off and sits back.
"Go play," Bright smiles up at N'Kammon, "We will join you in a little bit."
"Promise," N'Kammon asks, giving Bright puppy eyes.
"Promise," Bright laughs, "Shoo! Go play." N'Kammon runs off laughing. I watch him run back to his friends.
"You are so whipped," Tutah laughs.
"Like you aren't," Knott teases. "Let's face it. We are all are."
I had noticed a group of girls sitting a little bit over from us who have been watching our boyfriends and nongs playing volleyball while our girls are lounging near them. The group of girls has been giggling and pointing at them. Some of them are now looking over to our group. They probably had not realized we were together until N'Kammon came over, and N'Kongpop waved to us. I don't mind them looking, but I hope they don't think they can touch.
"What are you watching?" P'Dear asks, looking over his shoulder, "Girls?" He looks back at me, puzzled. "You are noticing girls?"
"I am noticing girls watching my boyfriend and his friends," I explain.
"Who is watching who?" Arthit sits up and glances over to where I have been looking in time to see the girls stand up and start walking towards our nongs. "They better not talk to them," Arthit hisses, watching them approach our juniors.
We watch the group of girls walk over to them. I smile when I see N'May and N'Maprang sit up. I am betting they are regretting sitting so far away from their boyfriends. I know I am.
The moment one of the girls rests her hand on N'Kongpop's shoulder, Arthit growls. I chuckle but stop when one of them lays a hand on Wad. What the hell? Arthit and Tutah might not be the only ones to go batshit? That is my boyfriend! Hands off!
I hear another growl from Tutah this time. A girl giggles as she touches N'Jett's abs. He tries several times to stop her.
"Don't you think you should rescue your boyfriends?" P'Dear asks, frowning at the scene.
"I really think you should," P'Win adds.
A girl wraps her arm around N'Kongpop's waist as he tries to push her away. He becomes frantic when he sees Arthit stand up.
"What the fvck?" Arthit seethes as he starts toward the nongs.
"We should go too," Knott stands up, frowning, "No telling what he will do."
"Or what I will do," Tutah growls as a girl runs her hand down N'Jett's chest. "What the fvck? Stop touching him! That is mine! Are all women batshit crazy?"
Walking up, I hear N'Kongpop plead, "Can you take your hand off?" He keeps waiting for Arthit to say something.
"But we have been watching for a while," the girl coos, "There are only three girls with you, so that means that most of you don't have girlfriends." She smiles sweetly up at him. "We could keep you company."
"We don't need company," N'Kongpop explains, taking the girl's hand off his shoulder. "All of us are attached."
"Then why did they let you come out alone?" the girl pouts. I glance over at Arthit, who is mimicking everything the girl says. When the girl touches N'Kongpop's face, Arthit walks over and grabs her hand.
"You shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to you," He fumes. "And they didn't come alone."
"P'Arthit," N'Kongpop gasps. The girl turns and takes in our group.
"Who do you think is going to die?" Knott asks behind me.
"The girls," Tutah snarls as another girl runs her hand over N'Jett's stomach.
"Wow," she says, looking at us and back at the nongs, "So many to choose from," she giggles. What? None of us are available!
I can't help but grin when N'Kongpop glares down at the girl who is now ogling his boyfriend. All of the nongs are now glaring at the girls. Tutah is right. The girls are going to die.
"Excuse me," N'Prae says sweetly, making all of us look towards her. Oh, dear. She and the girls don't look happy. We might not refer to N'Prae as scary or a terror like we do the other two, but she can be both of those when provoked.
"Just tell us which one yours is," The girl next to N'Jett says, "And we won't touch them."
"They are all ours," N'Prae says, crossing her arms. N'Maprang and N'May join her, nodding. "We are the only girls in this group." All of us nod at that.
"Stop being funny," The girl laughs, "They can't all be yours." N'Prae snorts and glances at all of us.
"Who do you belong to?" N'Prae asks us. I am not stupid.
"Them," All of us say at the same time. The look on the other girls' faces is priceless.
"See," N'Prae smirks, "And you doubted us?"
"Funny," The girl laughs before turning on us. "Who are you guys dating?"
All of the nongs shrug before they walk over and stand by who they really belong to. N'Kongpop smiles down at Arthit before he looks up at the girl who was all over him.
"Him," N'Kongop states, making Arthit go several shades of pink.
"Him," N'Jett echos, wrapping an arm around Tutah.
"Him," N'Tew smiles up at Knott, who pulls him close.
"Her," N'Oak grins down at N'Maprang.
"Him," Both Wad and N'Kammon say at the same time as they come to stand by Bright and me.
"This one is mine," N'Aim says, putting his arm over N'May's shoulder.
"Damn," N'Prae swears, "I really have to find my person. It is annoying as hell to be running around with so many lovey-dovey couples!" I agree. We really need to help her find one.
"They seem to be available," N'Oak points out. N'Oak should be glad there are several people between him and N'Prae.
"Do you see them?" N'Prae asks incredulously. N'Oak looks back at the girls and hisses when N'Maprang jabs his side.
"I wasn't checking them out for me," He grumbles at N'Maprang, "And you are right, Prae. They are below your standard." The girls all gape at N'Oak. Nothing like being told by a four-eyed geek. You are below par.
"No, kidding," N'Prae grins. "Way below," Prae adds, rubbing it in.
"You are dating guys?" One girl gasps.
"Yes," N'Wad shrugs, "So if you wouldn't mind, can you leave?"
All of the girls nod, acting like their world just imploded. Guess to them it would be like that.
"Come along, Kong," Arthit orders.
"Yes, P'," N'Kongpop says, following behind. I swear I can see a tail wagging.
"Come on," I tell the nongs, "We need to get ready for tonight."
"What's tonight?" N'Kammon pipes up.
"Nothing," Bright tells him, glaring at me. "Just dinner." Oh, shit. I forgot. I grab Wad's hand and head for our room before Bright can kill me.
"You do remember we are sharing with the two who already left," Wad chuckles. "The last thing I want to see is Ai'Kong and P'Arthit doing that. I wouldn't be surprised if P'Arthit is sterilizing Ai'Kong."
"Oh, yeah," I stop smirking at him, "Let's go grab my camera and take pictures."
"I said I didn't want to see it," Wad tells me, "Why would I want a picture?"
"Pictures of us," I laugh, shaking my head, "Get your head out of the gutter." I head back over to where P'Win and P'Dear are. What is going through my boyfriend's head?
"That ended without fireworks," P'Dear observes.
"For the girls," I snort, "I am afraid N'Jett and N'Kongpop might be seeing some, though."
"True, true," P'Win laughs.
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Not what I wanted from this chapter but wasn't up to rewriting. Sick. Kill me now. I am batshit crazy for still writing. Shower. Bed. Night.