call out my name [2gether]

CH 10

Note:

Oh boy, this chapter is pretty long! Not sure what people's preferences are regarding chapter lenght but I could not find any fitting spot to split the story. So yeah, enjoy :)

End note.

THE GHOSTS OF THE PAST (II).

Sarawat was on his way to band practice when he received a message from Pam, asking to meet since there was something urgent that they needed to talk about. Well look at that. He exhaled, combing a tanned hand through his hair and resolutely made a U-turn, sauntering off in the direction of their place of meeting. They had to talk eventually, so this was now or never.

Sarawat adjusted the strap of the guitar case on his shoulder as he finally noticed Pam. She was leaning on the steel railing that ran along the riverbank. Pam's silky, pink dress was flowing in the slight breeze around her, flatteringly framing her slender frame. The walk path along the river was bustling with all sorts of people at this time, office workers heading home, couples on bikes and families sitting on the slope of the bank parts away from the river itself, letting their children play in the grass. Sarawat crisscrossed through the bikes and pedestrians, coming to stand next to the young woman. He looked quietly out over the grayish river moving ahead sluggishly, squinting at the sun as it reflected playfully in the glistering ripples on the water.

"Oh! You're already here," Pam said with a hitched breath of surprise as she noticed Sarawat. Her long hair whipped about she abruptly turned around to face him. The girl darted in closer to Sarawat, expectantly inclining her head for a kiss and Sarawat dutifully pressed his lips to her temple. Pam opened her big eyes, lashes fluttering and glared candidly at him since the kiss did not land on her lips, but Sarawat did not really care. He was over with playing this charade with her.

"Yes, and now that I'm here, what did you want to talk about?" He asked dryly, almost amusedly. Sometimes Pam acted far too much like a little sister than a girlfriend. At best it entertained him and at worst it annoyed him to no end. Sarawat casually leaned over the railing, elbows perched atop the steel pipe while letting his hands off of it floppily. This time he could already tell that he was most likely going to be annoyed by anything that came out of her mouth.

When the silence stretched a little too long Sarawat turned his head, owlishly staring at Pam over his shoulder. A shadow fell across his face from the guitar case on his back. Pam scrunched up her face disapprovingly, now openly glaring at Sarawat. He was insufferable.

"It's like you don't even care," she said accusingly, jumping straight into the unspoken but implied topic of her being with another dude while crossing her arms over her chest. The movement tightened her dress and flatteringly framed the gentle slope of her breasts. Almost as if she wanted to draw attention to her figure, letting him know what he could lose if the conversation did not go well. Sarawat repressed an eye roll, she was so easy to read. "Are you not even worried?"

"Is there something for me to be worried about?" Sarawat asked in return, cocking his head to one side and arching his eyebrows. Pam's gaze roamed over the young man's face uncertainly, having hit a sudden roadblock in the form of Sarawat's stubbornness. What a tricky bastard!

"Maybe," she daunted, lifting her chin defiantly, hair billowing gently around her face in the breeze. Shit, this was totally not going as she had expected it to.

Sarawat sighed, rubbing at his nape with one hand while stuffing the other one into the pocket of his denim jacket, fingertips grazing at the guitar pick inside.

"Pam, I saw you with another guy. Stop beating around the bush. Are you into him? Should we break up?"

If she liked this new guy, then Sarawat was not going to keep Pam tied down any longer than necessary, especially now when it was clear to him how lacking their relationship had been. Sarawat had initially written off the missing spark as them being childhood friends. Knowing each other for years could very well have been a reason why there was nothing new and exciting sprouting between them, why it had been so mundane and lackluster. Why the hell had they tried to force something that was not even there to begin with?