- Ohm's POV -

'Shit shit shit first day of class and I'm already fifteen minutes late? Lord I just hate my sleeping habits.'

I ran through the hallways of a completely unfamiliar faculty building economics. I questioned my life decisions. No literally. I chose to study business management. Why the heck would they teach me economics?! I mean people take economics major for a reason, to help us, business majors. Last year of this hellhole and I have to go through those boring lectures!? Ughhh.

After running for god knows how long. I stood in front of a wooden door. Taking a deep breath, I entered the room with a smile. The professor, Mr.Dan, known for being a ruthless master but still extremely respected, looked at me with spitefulness. Looks like he doesn't like to be interrupted.

" Khun Pawat. I assume this is your first class?" He questioned. I nodded.

"You're twenty minutes to your first class? This is your final year Pawat. Stop fooling around and take your studies seriously. This isn't your dad's company or your home to come and go freely as you wish. Misbehave in my class one more time and you won't graduate this year. Understood?"

"Krap. I won't repeat it"

This old man... I want to talk back but if dad knows, I would have to give away the hopes of inheriting the corporate. I won't lose it to some stray dog... So I kept my head down. Went upstairs to the last row. Away from the old man's sight, So I could at Atleast sleep.

As I was sitting down a familiar face glared at me. Ahh right Nanon... I forgot about him. He's sitting in the front row tho. As expected of the topper. Oh, right I promised to sit next to him didn't I? Not today Nanon. I really don't wanna get eaten by that man. So I pretended to not notice the sharp glares I'm getting. Slowly but soon I went into Dreamland

-Nanon's POV-

He told me he's gonna change. I clearly remember him saying. "New Semester, new me". I shouldn't have had any expectations. He was always like that giving false hopes and acting all mighty. I have known this guy since we were like five or something. He was a happy, go-lucky kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He enjoyed his life. He got everything he wanted. Money, cars, girls, friends, fame. His parents spoiled him rotten.
I was one of his friends, but he was my only friend. Unlike him, I was rather a quiet and introverted guy who liked...books. yeah, the lame one. Do you know how I became friends with him? It's not like he saved me from bullies or did something that made me one of his sidekicks. It was I who approached him. Why? To save myself. I knew I couldn't make friends. I knew that people will bully anything that looked lonely. It's like I volunteered myself to the devil to avoid a greater devil. It's better to be friends than be foe anyway. I hated him. He didn't hate me. He never noticed me. Rarely talked to me, only when he wanted his homework done. I understand that nobody would want to talk to a nerd whose hobby was visiting temples. He went his way I went my way. In case I found trouble I was allowed to say, 'Hey I'm one of Ohm's close friends'. That was it. This relationship continued Until... Until that night.

I clearly remember 23 March 2015, the day after his birthday...

The previous night, I remember a woman standing beside his father with a boy slightly older than him. I couldn't help but also notice the heavy tension that lingered in the air whenever his mom and the other woman met eyes. Maybe they didn't want their son's night to get ruined, but Ohm looked clueless.

The next morning my household was murmuring about how the man was cheating on his wife way before ohm was born. Ohm was a miracle baby. After 10 years of their marriage, his mom still couldn't get pregnant. That's when his father went to another woman for an heir I guess.

That evening was a rather a gloomy one. Heavy droplets of water hit the roof of my outhouse with occasional thunder and lightning. Anyways it was a perfect time to take a nap. I was falling into a deep slumber when I heard abrupt and heavy knocks on the door which honestly scared me a bit. I mean it was like 9 pm or something and I was alone.

I opened the door just enough to put out my head (Perks of not having a peephole I guess). The sight I saw partially scared me and also broke my heart.

He was drenched. His black Levi's t-shirt stuck onto his body highlighting the strong muscles that he always hid inside the school uniform. It would have been a pleasant sight if it wasn't for red eyes
and slight whimpers escaping his throat. His face was wet from the rain but I could see tears falling from his eyes. The strong smell of some expensive liquor still lingers in my memories as he hugged me and cried.

It was my first time seeing him do something like that. He didn't cry when his father hit him for who knows how long in front of the whole school for bringing his truck, while we were in middle school or when he fell off the cliff riding a bicycle breaking his shoulder and legs with numerous other injuries. So I wondered what made him cry now. Actually, I was wondering so many things. Why is he here? Why me? Do your parents know? Do you know where you are? Where did you get the liquor? you're still underage.

But he said, "Just let me hug you please. I don't know what I am going to do now" and I remember thinking, 'are you sober?'

That night he laid on my lap while he hugged my waist and forced me to run my hands through his hair. It felt good. I liked that. His drunk self said so many things that his sober self wouldn't. He cutely said how he found me so cool and how he had always admired me.

He was not like I thought. He was just like a golden retriever. He stopped crying when I gave him strawberry milk and ranted about how strawberries should taste better than they actually taste because it looked like it tasted way better than that. I couldn't relate. I've always hated strawberries so I just laughed and decided to give it a try

He also told me how he wanted to learn guitar but his parents didn't allow him to. Does it feel that good? So I learned how to play guitar even though it didn't feel that good.

He told me how he liked to wear hoodies. So slowly I get rid of my Hawaiian shirts and vintage pants in my closet to make space for hoodies.

He told me he liked how I looked with my glasses so I never get rid of them even after the surgery I took to gain my sight back.

He told me he liked to study money and society so I decided to find out what it's like even though I liked science better.

That night, he told me to stay by his side so I decided to do so.

That night, my heart melted away for a bastard who was going to break me apart.

- To be continued -

"I love to walk in the rain so that no one can see me crying "
~

Charlie Chaplin

So hey guys, that was my first chapter. What do you think? Also Nanon here reminds so much of Cassie from Euphoria. So I'll be busy next week so the second chapter will be up in may first week. Thank you for reading!