Bright lazily watches as Arthit lectures the freshmen. Toota stands next to him and Bright doesn’t have to look to know his fingers are twitching for something to do.
Suddenly Arthit shouts, “STUDENT NUMBER 0062!” Although they aren’t being lectured, Bright and Toota snap back into attention. “Why do you always act like a hero?!”
“P’Arthit, I’m not trying to save everyone. I’m trying to save you.”
“And what will you save me from?” Arthit stands in Kongpob’s face, refusing to back down despite the few inches difference in their height. It reminds Bright of a small dog barking louder to seem bigger.
Kongpob’s smile is ridiculously smug and cheeky. “High blood pressure.”
Arthit’s shouting continues as Bright leans over towards Toota. “So is this thing between Arthit and that Kongpob kid supposed to be a secret?”
Toota snorts. “Pfft, hardly.” Arthit’s voice starts rising even higher. Kongpob’s face is entirely too amused and besotted for the verbal lashing he’s getting. “The only people who don’t know Arthit loves Kongpob and vice versa are Arthit and Kongpob.”
“STUDENT NUMBER 0062, GO RUN 20 LAPS!” Arthit stands back as Kongpob double checks his laces, his eyes obviously tracing Kongpob’s form before the younger boy leaves to start his laps.
“How much do you want to bet they’ll get together before the end of this year?” Bright whispers.
“I’ll bet you 500 baht they get together in two months.”
“Pft, I’ll bet three weeks.”
“You’re both idiots,” Prem says as he walks behind them. “They’re both particularly stupid. I’ll give them right up until the end of the year.”
“You really have no room to talk. Sort out your issues first before you bet on other people.” Knot rolls his shoulders despite Prem’s squawking. “Six hundred baht it happens in two weeks,” Knot says as he leaves as well.
Toota starts typing everyone’s bets into his phone. He has a feeling he’s going to be rich.
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