Can's POV

When we reached my house, I turned to P'Wan and thanked her again before getting out of the car.

As I was stepping out, P'Wan lightly held my wrist.

"Have you made up your mind about coming to my university fair?" she asked.

"Oh, about that, yeah, I'm coming with you guys," I said. "What time do I have to be ready on Sunday?"

"Is ten o'clock too early for you?" P'Wan asked.

"No, it's just fine," I said.

"We will be having our lunch there," she said, "there will be so many food booths showcasing the food from different countries."

"I will absolutely love that," I said, already looking forward to Sunday.

"Great!" she said, "see you on Sunday, then. Good night, Can."

"Good night, P'Wan," I said, then I felt Good standing behind me, getting ready to transfer to the front seat where I had sat earlier, "Have a nice evening, Good," I said, moving aside to let him through.

"You do the same," he said, before getting into the car and closing the door.

I watched them as P'Wan drove away and then I went through our gate, feeling some kind of confusion in me.

'I'm not getting attracted to her, I'm not getting attracted to her, I'm not getting attracted to her,' I told myself over and over and over.

Too many things going against it:  she's older than me, she is my best friend's sister, I already have a boyfriend.

Wait, did I? Did I already have a boyfriend? Were Tin and I in a relationship?

I stopped dead in my tracks.

It just struck me right there and then. Tin and I were never officially together. There was nothing stopping him from seeing someone other than me, and there was nothing stopping me from seeing someone other than Tin.

But still, you can't allow yourself to get attracted to P'Wan, I told myself. Good's gonna kill you for sure. I could tell that he was a very protective brother just as P'Wan was a very caring sister to him. Was it worth giving up your best friend for his sister? I asked myself.

This was crazy, I told myself, absolutely crazy.

I touched my cheek where her hair had lightly brushed against it. I could still smell the fragrance of her hair. It reminded me of the smell of the flower gardenia which was a very alluring scent to me.

My heart skipped a beat as I envisioned myself spending the whole of Sunday with P'Wan. And with Good, of course, I told myself, as an afterthought.

Get a grip, Can, I scolded myself. You're setting yourself up for a big disaster.

I greeted my mom and dad when I entered the living room.

"You're just in time for dinner," said my mom.

Everyone went into the dining room. The soccer practice had worked up my appetite tremendously so I gave the dinner the appreciation it deserved. There was not a single morsel left on my plate when dinner was over.

After bidding my mom and dad good night, I ran upstairs and set my backpack down on my study table.

No sooner had I done that when my phone rang. I was getting two calls in quick succession.

Whose call should I take first, Tin's or P'Wan's?