Chapter 18

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Third Person  POV

"Your current boyfriend, or your EX boyfriend, make it clear to me," Mark demanded from Gun.

"I ... I don't know ... I'm not sure anymore," Gun replied, turning away so that Mark could not see the moisture filling his eyes.

Mark noticed it however. He decided not to push the subject. In fact, he decided that maybe he should pull away from Gun now while he was not yet in way too deep. That way he would not get hurt. He didn't think that he could survive another heartbreak.

His thoughts sent him back to three years ago when he was in high school and he and Bas had been so happy together.

He had thought back then that he and Bas would be so happy together, for ever.

But then the breakup happened because Bas had fallen in love with someone else, someone named Godt from the upper grade. Bas had pursued Godt all the way to the university where Godt was studying for a medical degree.

Mark had been planning to take his pharmaceutical course in that same university but of course he could not stand being in the same university as Bas and Godt and so he had enrolled in a different university, the university where he had met Gun... No ... no more of this nonsense of falling in love with anyone. He had better forget Gun while the going was good.

"I guess I should leave you alone for now," Mark said to Gun, quickly putting his shirt back on.

"I'm sorry," Gun said tearfully, no longer bothering to hide his face from Mark. "I'm not going to be fun company for you right now."

"I understand," Mark said, heading for the door. "See you around then."

"I hope so," Gun said politely, knowing in his heart of hearts that it would not be fair to take on Mark on the rebound.

Mark drove carefully out of the basement parking lot of Gun's building and slowly merged with the traffic on the main street.

Mark decided to stop by the mall along the way. Maybe if he stopped and did some window shopping he could distract himself from his sad thoughts.

Right by the entrance of the mall there was a pet center selling puppies and kittens and different varieties of brightly colored fish and birds and turtles.

Mark stepped inside and went straight for the section where puppies were making all kinds of cute puppy noises.

He spotted right away a brindle colored Staffordshire bull terrier pup being petted by a girl while the store attendant held it in their arms.

The puppy looked so adorably cute.

"Can I hold it in my arms?" Mark asked as he approached the pet store attendant.

"Sure," the attendant replied.

The girl who had been petting the puppy looked up at Mark.

Recognition appeared on her face.

"Mark!" she shrieked.

Mark almost dropped the puppy that the attendant had already set into Mark's arms.

"Lay!" Mark's voice was hardly above a whisper.

What were the chances of him running across Bas' younger sister!

"How ... how are you doing?" Mark asked, his heart racing like crazy in his chest.

"I'm doing great!" Lay exclaimed. "How about you?"

"I'm doing great as well," Mark replied. "I just happened to pass by this store and thought about looking around but I was actually on my way upstairs."

Mark looked nervously around, hoping that Bas was not with Lay.

Mark quickly handed back the puppy to the store attendant and tried to rush out of the store and bumped right into Bas who was just walking in.

"I'm sorry ... " Mark started to say... "Bas!"

"Mark!" Bas held Mark to keep him from losing his balance. "I'm here to pick up Lay."

Mark straightened up and pulled away from Bas.

"Yeah, she's there inside petting one of the puppies," Mark said, practically running away from Bas.

"Wait!" Bas called out but Mark was already on the escalator on his way up to the second floor.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

For those who might not know him, his name is Bas Suradet Piniwat. He played the role of Wayo Panichayasawad of the series 2Moons season one.

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