Reflection of the Sun
Chapter 4: He’s My Boyfriend
āWhatās wrong, Oon?ā Two small hands frame my face and turn my head to look away from the window. A thumb brushes across my cheek and I look up into Namtarnās concerned gaze. Thereās nothing I can say or explain. I canāt even process what just happened. Reaching up, my hands cover hers but I donāt know if itās to pull them away or hold them closer, needing the comfort they offer.
āWhat the hell is going on?!ā A loud, irate voice takes that decision away from me. Namtarn jumps back in a panic, her hands falling away. Eyes as round as saucers, she stares at the man standing at the entrance. I donāt have to look to know who it is. I know that voice very well. āAnswer me!ā
āWhat do you care?ā Trembling, Namtarn stands a bit straighter and a stubborn look brightens her eyes. Her hands curl into fists as if wanting to strike the newcomer. āItās none of your business.ā
āWhat do you mean itās none of my business?! You were kissing AiāOon! How is that not my business?ā His anger has me jolting up and facing him. The scowl that greets me makes me take a step nearer to Namtarn wondering if she will need protection. This action clearly pisses him off even more and he stomps closer, his lean build tense from trying to control his emotions. His voice lowers as he glowers at me, his mahogany eyes glinting. āDo you seriously consider me your friend, Arthit?ā
āWhat does that have to do with anything?ā Namtarn cuts in as she slides an arm through mine and holds tight. āYou are the one who threw me away, Jay. Remember? I can be with whoever I want.ā
āNo, you canāt! I wonāt let you.ā Jay grabs her wrist and jerks her away from me. With a painful yelp, Namtarn stumbles and falls to the floor.
āWhat the fuck, AiāJay?! Sheās a girl!ā All ideas of trying to keep the situation calm fly out the window as my temper flares. Raising both hands, I shove him hard on the chest. He falls back several steps and growls at me. I move closer and get into his face, not caring that heās one of my oldest friends. āWhy donāt you try that shit with me?!ā
Another unintelligible growl and Jay pulls back his fist ready to clock me one. Iām tooĀ angry to give a shit. Let him fucking hit me. It will be the last thing he does. The punch never comes. Someoneās large hand gets in the way and pushes his fist down to his side. Annoyed, Jay and I both look to the side to find Knott standing there calming watching the both of us.
āI think thatās enough for now.ā Crossing his arms, Knott stares at us as if we are misbehaving five year olds.
āThis isnāt over.ā With a nasty eye to Knott, Jay points at me and barely glances at his ex-girlfriend who is still sitting on the cold tile floor rubbing her wrist. For a moment, I swear I see regret color his eyes before he turns away to leave. His voice softens several degrees. āIāll talk to you later, Nam.ā
Namtarn doesnāt reply and doesnāt look at him. With a heavy sigh, Jay walks out the door. My ire has lessened considerably and Iām left shaking my head at his retreating back. This stupid bastard is clearly still in love with her. What the hell is he thinking?
āAiāArthit, I think you have bigger problems to deal with than him.ā With a significant glance down at Namtarn, he looks back at me and leans close to whisperĀ by my ear. āIām not sure what is going on with you but you better figure it out fast before you lose both of them.ā
āBoth? What do youā¦ā My confusion clears as Kongās face pops into my head. It isnāt the smiling, happy face that I usually see. Itās the face I saw earlier. His face when he saw what happened with Namtarn. The crushed look he gave me before walking away, as if his heart had dropped out of his body and I had casually played a round of football with it. I betrayed him. I betrayed us. The pink milk I drank earlier threatens to make an appearance as my stomach churns with guilt.
āWhere did he go?ā It is agony to get the words out through my stiff lips and I canāt look at my friend. Iām too ashamed, too guilty. Namtarn may have started it but I didnāt stop her. I didnāt push her away. In that moment, for just a second, I closed my eyes and kissed her back. For that sentimental weakness to someone I used to love, I hurt the person who is most important to meā¦ the one who showed me what real love is.
āI donāt know. AiāPrem went after him.ā Knottās answer surprises me. I didnāt know aiāPrem was here and Iām even more ashamed. Not only did he also witness this travesty, aiāPrem also went running after my boyfriend, something I should have been the one to do. āIāll call him and find out where they are.ā
āWhatās wrong?ā His silence after he turns away worries me.
āPremās phone is turned off.ā After holding the phone to his ear for what seems forever, Knott faces me with a frown. āI donāt know where they are.ā
Where is he? Where would he go? I donāt know. I canāt think. My knees giving out, I sink to the floor. Kongpob is gone and itās my fault. This canāt be happening.
āAiāArthit!ā Through the haze in my head I barely hear Knottās shout.
āWhatās going on? Whatās wrong?ā The forgotten girl still sitting on the floor nearby speaks up, confusion laced in her words. āOon?ā
āWe shouldnāt have done that, Namtarn.ā Tears blur my vision, but I donāt have the strength to hold them back or wipe them away.
āOon!ā Forgetting her own problems, Namtarn crawls over and reaches out to hug me, butĀ I shy back as if avoiding a strike. āOon, whatās wrong? I donāt understand.ā
āI think itās best if you go home.ā Leaning down, Knott gently grasps her arm to help her stand up.
āNo! I canāt leave him like this!ā Jerking her arm away, Namtarn tries to touchĀ my arm in concern. āOonā¦ā
āNo! Donāt, Namtarn. Just donāt.ā Shuffling further back,Ā I quicklyĀ scramble toĀ my feet. āDonāt touch me. Donāt hug me. Donāt do anything.ā
āI donāt understand whatās going on, Oon. Why canāt I touch you? Whyā¦ā Namtarn stands up looking hurt and moreĀ confused.
āHe saw us, Namtarn! Kongpob saw us kiss and now I donāt know where he is! Heās gone and itās my faultā¦ heās gone.ā Clenching my fists, I can feel the panic choke me. Iām half a second from completely losing it.
āKongpob? Your junior?ā I donāt answer but she isnāt really asking. Her other questions are more important. āWhat does he have to do with it? Why would he care? Iām sure heās seen people kiss before. It none of his business anyway.ā
āNamtarnā¦ā Knott tries to interrupt but itās too late.
āNone of his businessā¦ none of his business?ā A bitter laugh escapes me and I run an agitated hand through my hair. āIf itās not his business, then who the hellās business is it?ā
āWhatā¦ā She tries to speak but I don’t let her. I’ve had enough.
āHeās my BOYFRIEND, Namtarn! Heās my boyfriend and he saw me kiss someone else so, yes, I think he would fucking care.ā After screaming at one of my oldest friends, I collapse into a chair and bury my face in my hands so I don’t have to look at her. I donāt know what Namtarnās reaction to this is and I canāt find it in myself to care. Her being here, her presence, emphasizes my own pain and guilt.
āGo back to your room, aiāArthit. You can try calling Kongpob after youāve both hopefully calmed down.ā Giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze, Knott waits for me to nod in acknowledgment before leading a probably very shocked Namtarn out of the cafĆ©.
Dejected, tired, and broken, I trudge my way to my building and up to my room. The curtains are still open from earlier when I waved a good morning to Kongpob. He had smiled widely at me and winked while blowing a kiss. It was so cheesy but I secretly love it when he does stuff like that, not that I will ever admit it. Heās already too cocky. Looking at the window now and across the way to Kongās dark room, I wonder if that will ever happen again. Will I ever see Kong after this standing on his balcony with that teasing grin of his as he sends me mushy text messages?
The thoughts weigh heavily on me as I continue to stare at his room. Every memory of us stabs me harshly and I fall limply on my bed, face down. I donāt bother to turn on the lights and the dark gloom surrounds me as the sun sets outside. A sharp knock on my door breaks me out of my daze of misery but I donāt move.
āArthit! Open the door, aiāArthit, or I swear I will break it down.ā Knott says in a restrained yell and knocks again. Knowing him and his insane amount of muscles, the guy is perfectly capable of doing what he threatened so I drag myself up off the bed.
āIām here! Stop attacking my fucking door!ā Throwing open the door, Iām greeted with Knottās fist in front of my eyes as heās about to knock again.
āThen answer your door when I knock next time.ā Knott says reasonably while checking me out from head to toe. His worry is evident. āYou didnāt answer my call or my text so I came over to make sure youāre okay and not doing anything stupid.ā
āHome safe and sound, Mother Knott.ā Spreading an arm wide showing myself in my room, I give a sardonic laugh. āAll ten fingers and ten toes are accounted for.ā
āYouāre such a pain.ā Shaking his head, Knock crosses his arms and eyes me seriously. āAs long as youāre okay.ā
āIām not but I wonāt do anything stupid. I just want to be alone right now.ā I look down at my feet and will myself not to cry in front of him.
āFine. Iāll let you be but call me if you need anything.ā With a loud sigh, Knott gives in and steps back from the doorway with a wave.
āThanks, aiāKnott.ā My hand slowly shuts the door on my friend as I reply. As soon as it clicks shut, I turn the lock and walk back to my bed to sit on the edge. I sigh deeply in the dark of my room and fall back onto my bed, rolling over to curl into a ball, hoping that sleep will steal me away.
A long time later, sleep is elusive and I canāt take it anymore. My phone has a couple text messages from Knott and his missed call when I pull it out of my pocket. No need to respond now. There isnāt anything from Kong or from aiāPrem. Needing to hear Kongās voice, to know what is happening with him, I try to call but it goes to voice mail. His phone is off. Itās the same with aiāPrem when I call him. I try Kong again since I canāt leave it like that.
āHey, Kongpob.ā Hesitant, I try to calm my shaking voice as I leave him this message. There’s nothing I can do about the tears streaming down my face so I just let them drip freely onto the pillow below. āItās Arthitā¦ but you probably know that. Are you okay? ā¦stupid questionā¦ uhā¦ Can we talk? Please call me when you get this. Whenever you get this. Pleaseā¦ I justā¦ umā¦ I need to hear from you. Please, Kong.ā
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Hello dearest readers!
Yes, more angst and drama. How was the tissue count with this chapter?
No, you are still not allowed to kill me. You don’t want the story to end here, do you?
How many of you still want to slap Arthit?
How many think Knott would look really good standing on their doorstep?
As always, please let me know your thoughts in the comments below.
-Jae