Credits to: Chiffon Cake for The Original StoryPhotos: Pinkmilk subs

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Wayo's POV.

It's not easy to pretend that you're not thinking about something when in fact you are so obsessed about it, in the first place. ?

For the whole time during the photoshoot and the background scene were put up, I have to try hard pretending like I don't care or look at him at all.

Most especially I have this confused look on my face after he bought me that Pink Milk during lunch. I still look red all over that my best friend spent the whole afternoon teasing me about it.

"Look how happy you are," Ming says. "He only bought you Pink Milk. What more if he confesses his feelings to you? How would you react?"

This idiot is totally enjoying himself nosing around me and my love life. ?

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We're still waiting for the set up to finish and I couldn't help catching a glimpse of that tall jerk playing with his phone on one corner.

P'Pha looks so handsome that he seems to have the brightest aura than anyone else inside the studio.

"What the heck are you doing Ai'Yo?" This is like the nth time I'm hiding behind Ming while I secretly stare at P'Pha.

"Let me use your height." I pleaded.

Ming keeps turning his head around and I have to move as well to avoid being caught from hiding.

"If you want to ogle at him this much, why don't you look at him directly? Everyone does." He pointed at a few stars giggling on one corner. "Can't you see those girls admiring him? They're too obvious screaming like that."

"He'd never been this hot in high school."

"It's a school for boys only maybe?" Ming raises his brows reminding me of the type of school we had way back. "If someone was screaming like that, it'll be weird. Besides, in high school, it was the dark era for him. Just like you."

Yeah right. He was only known for getting himself into trouble a lot before.

"But P'Pha has never been ugly like me," I told him. At that time, I was too skinny and had so many pimples. I even have braces around my teeth. That's why I'm not surprised that he never had me in his sight ever since.

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"Hahah. Good thing you know you were ugly." Ming snorted.

a.s.shole. ?

"Here you go boys, take one." One of our mentors were distributing colorful drinks on a tray.

"P'Pha bought more than enough drinks for everyone! Such a kind and handsome prince, P'Pha." She said.

Ming and I looked at each other. I can read through his face that he's worried. I took a Pink Milk from the tray while Ming chose the red one.

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I looked around and saw everyone holding their drinks. Most girls even have Pink Milk the same as the one he gave me a while ago.

Phana Kongthanin, you a.s.shole! ?

I felt the pink world of mine suddenly turned gray mixed with boiling red.

You p.r.i.c.k! You gave me hope by buying me that drink. Flirting is really your last name, isn't it? ?

Or maybe it was my fault. ? He might have thought otherwise.

"Hey, Yo. Put it down! It's spilling." Ming pulls the drink out of my shaky hands. "Calm down."

"He bought me that Pink Milk because I'm only a freshman for him, right?" I ask my best friend with teary eyes. "There's nothing more, is it?"

"What, he bought you drinks too?" Nate accidentally hears our conversation.

I forgot we were still surrounded by Moons and Stars from other faculties inside the room.

"P'Pha treated us some drinks for lunch and there were like ten of us all." She went on. "He's so nice, isn't he?"

No. He's a p.r.i.c.k!

"Yo, are you okay? What's with that face?"

I'll kill him. Flirty p.r.i.c.k. He's such a... a... Argh!

"Yo, where are you going?" Ming calls before he could stop me from stomping out of the room.

I'm so mad. I'm mad at that stupid guy who keeps playing with his phone without realizing what he just did to me.

Yeah, right. How will he know? I'm feeling this way because I'm the only stupid idiot who feels this way towards him.

Yes. So I'm not supposed to blame him, right?

"JEEEEEEEERRRRK!!!" I scream out loud s soon as I'd left the studio. I found myself on the rooftop building, standing with my shoulders slumped in exasperation.