The Object Of All My Desires ⚣

Am I really not that special?

Vegas's question of the day: 

Am I really not that special? 

If I think about the things my father has said to me since my mother passed away, my insecurities force me to say yes. 

But If I think about all the people that have told me since childhood about how smart I am, how charming I am, how good looking I am; my ego forces me to think in their favour. 

My father's inability to see any good in me has haunted me throughout my life, while other people's praises have helped me in boosting my ego (even if I don't value their opinions).

Hence, despite my own insecurities, I believe I am special. 

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Pete definitely has a crush on me. 

When I think about it, that is the only rational explanation of his behaviour. 

Sure, he's a nice person and all as Porsche had told me but when I truly think about it, I have never truly seen him be nice to other people or spoil someone as much as he spoils me. 

Logically speaking, you don't take a drunk guy home, clean up after their puke multiple times, offer them a place to stay, be nice to them even when they are assholes to you, help them out, be willing to live with them again, have sex with them, encourage them and forgive them when you suffer because of their parents. 

Nobody does any of that unless they like the person. 

Also, Pete got jealous about Pat. 

Hence, the very obvious conclusion is.....

Pete totally has a crush on me. There is absolutely no doubt about it. 

And while how I feel about Pete is up for debate, right now, I am going to absolutely enjoy messing with Pete. 

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Pete had to be the first guy to both subsequently make me feel great about myself and make me realize that I wasn't all that special in a short span of time. 

"For the love of Buddha Ken!" I hear Pete scream as I am about to enter our dorm room. 

I was originally supposed to spend the night with the group members I was working on a project with, but they all cancelled last minute, and I returned home instead when I was greeted by Pete's shouting. 

As I entered the room, I was met with a vomit covered Pete and a very drunk batch mate of his lying on the floor. 

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked annoyed. 

"Vegas what are you doing here? Weren't you spending the night out?" Pete asked clearly not expecting me. 

"So, what you thought you could bring a guy over in my absence?" I asked as I eyed the very drunk student.

Pete filled me in on how his friend Ken here got super drunk cause his girlfriend broke up with him and he brought him over since his dad was super strict on drinking and would kill him if he saw him this drunk. 

"Did you forget the rules? You didn't give me a heads up?" 

"I did! I messaged you!" 

"Well, I was not informed timely."  I reply annoyed, so what I had missed Pete's message, he should have called me and informed before he brought a drunk friend in our room. 

 "You not reading my message is not my fault Vegas. Besides, I will take care of everything so don't worry about it." Pete replied in equal parts annoyed.