RULE FOR FRESHMEN No. 3
Follow every order from the COMMITTEE
“T
|
ell me your code number
and your name!”
“It’s Praepailin, 0744.”
She was startled, but she still answered
him even in her shaky voice. She sounded pretty shock; her big eyes began to
shed some tear. She surely needed hugs and a Black Knight.
A softhearted person like Arthit would
actually go soft on her but not the chairman of the Initiation Committee. He
did soften his tone a little but that was all he could do in this position.
“What do you want from me?” he asked.
“Uh—I, I want you to sign my initiation
book,” Praepailin answered.
She offered Arthit her initiation book. It
was a small notebook provided from the committee to collect the seniors
autograph as many as possible. And Praepailin already got some seniors
autographs and their code numbers on her books.
The thing is, Praepailin and most of the
greenies were doing their best to collect the 1.000 signatures campaign from
the regulation. They were forced to collect at least 1.000 autographs of the
seniors in their faculty. This is a real deal for every freshman in Engineering
Faculty.
Arthit was in the different level with most
of the seniors in this faculty; he was the Chairman of the Initiation Committee
and usually, no one would risk their life to ask for his autograph in the time
being—especially when he was hanging around his well-mannered packs.
Praepailin is different. She’s aware of the
situation but she asked him anyway. And that’s something.
Arthit tried to be a little kind. He likes
this kind of girl; light skin and slim figure. She’s totally his kind of girl.
Arthit would probably treat her differently but he was not Arthit at the time. So
he should—at least—make her do something beforehand.
“I actually want you to do something for
me,” he said in calm but fiercely. “And then I’ll sign your book,” he
continued.
That was why the greenies did not want to
have any encounter with the Chairman of the Initiation Committee. The you should do something thing was
sometime too hard for them. It’s not like the other seniors would not ask them
to do so, but that guy is the Chairman and they already saw what did he capable
of.
“What—what do you want from me?” asked
Praepailin. Her voice was shaky and her face had begun to be pale. It was
visible that Praepailin was actually scared to the bone.
“Nothing much,” Arthit said. His heart
started to beat faster and he is not the kind of guy who would ask a girl to do
something inappropriate. Instead, he already had something in his mind.
“You should shout out loud, I’m in love with the handsome P’Arthit[1] three times,” he
said, “and that’s that.”
Once he spoke, the rest of the packs
started howling. They were getting excited and some of them teased Arthit for
his shameless attitude.
But Praepailin, in the other hand, was
getting unreadable. Her face was either confused or afraid. She might have struggle
in the inside—and that was clearly visible in her awkward behavior. Out of her
concerned, Praepailin stared at Arthit persistently.
Why
does she staring at me? It’s just a small deal. Why does she look at me in this
kind of manner anyway?
Arthit’s head told him. Or should I kiss
her instead?
“Come on, what are you waiting for? I need
to finish my lunch. Don’t be a disappointment!”
Arthit could see the displeasure in
Praepailin’s eyes. His order had turned out to be a little too harsh for her
that made him a little less happier than his intention.
There were many students in the cafeteria
at the time. Some of the students were not from their faculty and if someone began
to shout out their thought out of the blue, the whole cafeteria would notice it
and would likely remember it—for at least the rest of the trimester.
But Praepailin was more afraid of P’Arthit. She was not in the position
where she can disobey the order. And his look—his look was full of threat. She
tried to take a glance but once their eyes met, the only thing she had in mind
was it has to be done.
“I—I’M LOVE WITH THE HANDSOME P’ARTHIT!!!”
she yelled. “I’M LOVE WITH THE HANDSOME P’ARTHIT!!!” said she for the second
time and, “I’M LOVE WITH THE HANDSOME P’ARTHIT!!!”
The whole cafeteria was awesomely deafening.
Everyone stared at Praepailin and that’s not that. They’re starting to make
fusses about what had just happened. And Arthit’s friends were the loudest
among them. They’re teasing and wooing
him for his bold action.
“Thank you for loving me purely,” Arthit
said, “It’ll consider rude if I didn’t return your love but I do need time to
think about it,” he continued. “What if you give me your number so we—you and I—could
keep in touch?”
It was deliciously smooth but the real
reason behind his silly attitude was because Arthit really wanted to have her
number.
But
hey... I will not ruin this chance. If I really wanted to get to know her, I
should not back off of this game. After all, she already confessed her love in
front of everyone. I should give her a chance—right?
Praepailin didn’t say no word. She obeyed
and gave Arthit her cell phone number.
Arthit smiled and gave Praepailin her
reward—by signing her initiation book and returned it back. And plus, he winked
at her when he handed the book. It unsurprisingly made her cheeks blushed in
red and was hurriedly run back to her group of friends while Arthit was being
teased by his well-mannered packs.
“Good Lord, Ai’Arthit[2]. You’ve got her number!” said one of
his gang.
“Well, I
am me for one reason,” Arthit replied.
His friends were actually aware that Arthit
actually qualified for the job. He has never once ruined his chance and this
was his natural gift.
“What about that young lad over there?” his
friend asked. He directed his finger to Arthit’s back—to a group of greenies
over the table.
Arthit turned his head in an unnecessary
slow-motion. He was unaware of who was his friend talking about but right after
a millisecond he had the view… it’s a jack-fucking-pot.
There are a group of greenies over there—Arthit
managed to keep himself together for this—and they were under the influence of
the one single person he wanted to be with—for a face to face match of kicks
and punches. That guy over there had over crossed his line twice; he had more
than once disgraced him in front of his friends—and the other greenies. He was
the major reason why Arthit get bullied for these couple days from the other
initiation committee members.
He
had had me enough and it’s going to end now, you silly little fucker!!!
“0062, KONGPOB!!!” Arthit yelled.
Kongpob stopped for a moment. He looked for
the source—a group of immature initiation committee members and their
respectful chairman—and wai[3] at their presence.
He was aware that Arthit—the one who called him was in his familiar annoyed
face.
“Have you had my autograph yet?” Arthit
asked him.
“I haven’t, sir,” said Kongpop.
“Let me see yours!”
“Yes, sir,” Kongpob replied.
Kongpob did what he told. He opened his bag
and offered Arthit his initiation book.
Blimey!!!
He surely got lots of autographs. Arthit continued skimming page after pages. They were about 500… no, 600 of them. He observed every autograph
carefully. Some of which are really strange; they did have the code numbers—all
of them—but something is off. What number
are these? Some numbers are rather too long for the regular code numbers
except they were NOT code numbers.
Phone
numbers? Seriously Kongpob, when did you have time to get all of these numbers?
And what are these?
I’m
single now.
If
you’re lonely, just call me.
*kiss
*kiss na~!!!
Noah
ark, Kongpob!!! Arthit
already knew about how handsome and good look Kongpob is. He was also aware
that every girl would easily give themselves to him either he asked or not.
Beside, Arthit needs to have some tricky strategies to get their numbers—and
some of the girls didn’t even want to give him their code numbers, let along
phone numbers.
Damn
it! He surely is a kind of the typical male lead in Korean drama.
Arthit really wanted to tear that
initiation book but he had to calm himself down. He was observed by many people
and the real deal is that they were in the public place—and he didn’t want to
disturb the steady calm atmosphere.
Arthit took a deep breath. He was thinking
about the next move—and he needed the evilest move ever.
“You’ve got lots of autugraphs. What a
fortunate,” Arthit said. “Would you at least do something for me?”
“I definitely can, sir,” said Kongpob.
Arthit smiled, victoriously.
“You see,” he said, “there is an empty
table in front of the grilled pork stall.”
Arthit pointed at the only vacant table
about five tables away. It was in the exact center of the cafeteria.
“Yes,” said Kongpob.
“Go there—up on the chair and shout loudly
that…”
Arthit paused for a little while and smiled
impudently.
“I
like my ass to be taken care by men.”
Kongpob was startled. He showed the same
face Praepailin had shown before. The only different was that the words he had
to say were going to instantly hit him on the shelf. It’s going to ruin his
self-esteem—or at least that’s what Arthit had in mind.
But Arthit did not finish yet. He stil had
something on his mind.
“And—then—you must ask ten men whether if
they want to take care of your ass for you,” said Arthit shamelessly. “I’d only
retuned your book if the whole ten people say yes.”
Arthit could feel the anger but he was also
pretty sure that Kongpob would never object him. It was an order from the
Chairman of the Initiation Committee. He knew Kongpob knew about this seniority
matter. He would not say no word about this yet he did not move either.
“What’s with the long face? Go on, and be a man!” said Arthit sarcastically. “Or
you’re not yet a man…”
The words hit Kongpob’s self-esteem pretty
well. He glared furiously inside Arthit’s pupils and arose. He walked toward
the designated location and climbed up on the table.
And then he shouted.
“I LIKE MY ASS TO BE TAKEN CARE BY MEN!!!”
he shouted. “I LIKE MY ASS TO BE TAKEN CARE BY MEN!!!” he shouted again and, “I
LIKE MY ASS TO BE TAKEN CARE BY MEN!!!”
The mess was made and every pairs of the
living eyes were on Kongpob. No one dared to say anything—they were simply
patronized by the sudden behavior of him.
But again, it was never just it. Kongpob
stepped down from his thorne, directly came toward some boys who was lining up
in front of a counter, and kindly asked.
“Would you like to take care of my ass?”
It stunned them in an instant. The boy who
was being asked had completely dropped his jaw—and so did the rest of the
people at the cafeteria. It was an all kill.
Arthit, in the other hand, was fairly satisfied.
Hahaha…
how is it like to be the center of the attention? You did want this, didn’t
you?
Arthit was so happy that it would draw
everyone’s attentions when they heard this young lad shouted that he likes men out of the blue. This would
make them lose their interest of this fairly good looking young lad for acknowledging
him that he is gay—and that he is specifically the receiver[4]
kind of guy.
Arthit remembered that Kongpob once wanted
to make him his wife and he kind of
did the same method in returned. It was Kongpob’s idea from the first and all
Arthit did was to let him be it.
You
surely deserve it, Ai’Kongpob[5]!
But the fun state had to be end. Kongpob
was already with the guy number ten. He easily surpass the whole bunch of guys
who unanimously wanted to take care of his ass. And in no time, he came back to
Arthit.
Everyone in the cafeteria was staring at
them.
“Done!” said Kongpob.
“Yeah, heard your voice loud enough
already. Take your book away!” said Arthit.
Arthit threw the book at Kongpob and
returned to his well-mannered packs. They were on their way to put their plates
away to the counter.
When they were going to go back to the
classroom, Kongpob stopped them.
“You haven’t signed my book yet!” Kongpob
demanded. He offered Arthit his book. He purely thought Arthit forgot to do so
but that was not the case.
“I’ve never told you that I’d sign it for
you,” Arthit said.
It
was not fair. Kongpob
already did his order and he already humiliated himself in front of many
people. He did not expect to hear this from him. What’s wrong with him?
Kongpob just realized that he had been
played. He did remember that Arthit never told him to give him his autograph. It was his true intention. He wanted to
humiliate me and I didn’t even realize it.
“You know?” said Arthit. “I actually did
this for your own good. I was helping you out.”
Kongpob raised his head. He was surprised
when Arthit grabbed him on his necktie and pulled him closer to his mouth.
“I was helping you to stuff that thing up inside your ass,” he
whispered.
Arthit released his grab and went off with
his well-mannered friends out of Kongpob’s sight. He smiled and chuckled
victoriously.
The war between the Chairman of the
Initiation Committee and the first year student; tied on 1 – 1.
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