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As soon as I got home from my "perfect first date" with Kongpob, I checked my phone and saw that Nam had been calling me all day.

"Looks like he likes you again." She said as soon as I called her back and told her about my "date" with Kongpob.

For the first time, when it concerned Kongpob, I was going to agree with Nam. "Yeah, it does... Listen, I've been thinking, since we've just confirmed that he likes me now, so maybe it's time for me to break up with him." I remarked, hoping that I chose the right moment to say that.

"No, no, it's not yet time." She immediately answered. "We're not even sure if he really likes you. If we end this too soon, it'll be useless. We need to find the right moment, Arthit."

"But I'm pretty sure he likes me now. For the first time in my life, Kongpob wasn't doing something to annoy me and was actually being nice to me. Isn't that enough to make you believe him?" I asked, trying my best to sound convincing.

The truth was...

I started to hesitate what we were doing.

Because I actually...liked to see this side of Kongpob and didn't want to hurt him too much.

I was a kind human being after all.

But I couldn't possibly tell Nam the real reason why I wanted to break up with Kongpob so soon or else she would definitely not approve of it.

I could imagine her shaking her head. "No, it's not enough, okay? He's done a lot of sweet things for me too, hasn't he? And yet do you think he liked me truly?" she pointed out. "Look, Arthit, I know that he just made your first date really sweet. But it's just a first date. We need him to fall for you deeper."

She had a point. It wasn't enough, because like Nam had said, Kongpob wasn't really that predictable. I mean, I used to think he really liked Nam after all those times they spent with each other. But it turned out he was only playing with her. Who knew if he was just playing with me, like I was with him? "Fine, so I won't break up with him yet. But when will I?" I finally asked, seeing how she was the expert here.

And frankly, I was not sure if I could handle it.

"Don't worry about it. When I feel the time is right, I'll tell you, okay? For now, just enjoy the new way he's treating you. But you must admit, he's not the jerk you've always known him to be, is he?" she suddenly began teasing me.

Considering how he made up for the worst date ever, I guessed he wasn't that bad. But he still wasn't as good as Nam claimed him to be. "Well, his image improved a little." I answered her, trying hard not to blush. "Why do you seem like you want me to fall for him?"

"Yah, I'm just trying to make you see how it feels like with Kongpob so you'd stop calling me crazy for falling in love with him." She defended herself. Then someone started calling her from the background and she hurried to end the call. "Arthit, I need to go. Joss is on the other line. I'll talk to you again soon, okay? Bye!"

After hanging up the phone, I decided that since I was already by the phone, I should go ahead and call Kongpob now. I didn't want to break our "call me once a day" rule. After all, even if he didn't try to hug or kiss me for breaking his rule, he might do that the next time so I shouldn't give him a chance to.

"Hello? Who's this?" Kongpob asked huskily as soon as he answered my call.

Wasn't it weird how he made a rule saying I had to call him everyday, and yet he didn't even save my number? Shouldn't he at least be anticipating my calls? "Yah, it's me." I told him, not bothering to say my name. "Can't you even tell?"

"How can I when you didn't even spoke when I asked?" he replied coolly.

Okay, so he got that right. "Well, at least you should've had an idea who I was. You could've just confirmed it was me." I responded back. "You're the one who told me to call in the first place."

He chuckled at that. "Yeah, I was. But it was only because I wanted to help you out. I wanted to make you happy and I know that when you hear my voice, you would be since you like me, so I decided to make that rule. Aren't you thankful?" he said confidently.

Here we go again with him trying to turn the tables on me. "Why do you keep pushing your feelings to me? You're the one who asked me to be your boyfriend. Isn't it because you like me? So stop telling me that I'm the one who likes you, okay?" I argued the way I always did whenever he brought this up.

"I asked you to be my boyfriend because I knew you liked me. I wanted to give you a little hope since I felt sorry for you." He responded without hesitance, but his tone was mocking and I knew he was just being an arrogant brat as always.

"Oh really? Then why didn't you do the same with everyone in your fan club? Are you not aware that everyone of them has this absurd happiest dream of marrying you? And especially Jessica, why didn't you ask her instead, since you like her that much? Doesn't she even give you food every lunch period?" I asked with an annoyed scoff, knowing I couldn't possibly lose this argument now.

But as always, in times like these, he switched the topic. "Of course she makes me lunch. Don't you know the best way to win a guy's heart is through his stomach?" he said knowingly.

I raised my brow, but then remembered that he couldn't see me. "Is that true? Then why didn't you make her your girlfriend instead?" I asked teasingly. "Is it because she's a terrible cook?"

"Are you kidding? She's a great cook. I bet your cooking is nowhere near hers. You probably can't even cook." He defended Jessica smugly and well, pissed me off even more.

"Are you insulting me? Don't you know that my parents love everything I cook for them?" I gave a little lie, seeing how there wouldn't be harm in doing so. The truth was, the only thing I had ever cooked in my entire life was rice and my parents couldn't have enjoyed burnt rice, could they? So no, I don't know how to cook cause I don't like it and never learned to. Sue me!

"Really? You cook really well?" he asked in disbelief, chuckling. "I think you're just bluffing."

I let out a scoff. "Fine, if you don't believe me, then I won't force you. I don't care what you think anyway."

Stupid brain. Of course I cared. A lot.

He stayed quiet for a moment, until he spoke again. "I think I have an idea. Why don't you cook for me, so I'd believe you?" he said, suddenly using his usual low tone, the sexy one he always used with that sly smirk of his. "Bring me a lunch box on Monday, okay?"

Why was he always so good in catching me whenever I lied? "Umm... I don't know. I don't think I can do that because I need a lot of time when I cook." I tried to reason, attempting to sound casual so it wouldn't be too obvious that I was lying.

"But you do have a lot of time. You have the whole day tomorrow since it's Sunday." He pointed out and I could hear that all-knowing tone in his voice.

"...Ooooh yeah." I mumbled slowly, desperately trying to think of another believable excuse. It was a good thing my mind was working fast today. "But still, I can't do it because I'm unprepared. I might not have enough ingredients here at home."

He still didn't fall for that. "Yah, you just don't have the ability to do it, that's why you're making up all these excuses, aren't you?" He told me accusingly.

I hurriedly defended myself. "It's not that." I said convincingly. Then an idea came into my mind. I could get the cook to cook for me. Yes, my parents' house was big (not as big as Kongpob's tho) and we did have a few maids and a personal cook. "Don't worry about it then. I'll do it."

"That's great. But don't even think about asking someone else to cook for you. If you do, I'll definitely know. And when that happens, you know what's going to take place, right?" he said in a mock threatening tone.

Actually, I doubted that he could know whether I asked someone to cook for me or not. But seeing how he always knew a lot of things, especially about me, I decided that it was better to be safe than to be sorry (though I wouldn't consider cooking a safe option either). "What do you think of me, a fake? Of course I'm not going to ask someone else to cook for me. That'll just make the food taste bad. Just be prepared to have the best lunch on Monday, okay?" I remarked, covering up the worry that suddenly crossed my mind.

When I hung up the phone, it was a good thing I managed to get some sleep despite my problem. But when I woke up the next morning, I immediately felt uneasy.

Usually when I was bored and had nothing to watch, I would surf through the channels and find two or more cooking shows on. But today, as I continued to do so in the last few channels, I couldn't find any at all. Was I that unlucky? It was a Sunday morning too, so it was supposed to be the time when the fun shows were mostly on.

I decided to go for plan B. What would be better than asking the expert personally? I headed for the kitchen with a pen and a notebook, ready to take down anything the cook would tell me about cooking. But when I got there, she seemed to be very busy, cooking a lot of different things at the same time.

I carefully walked over to the cook. "Ms. Jane, can I ask you some questions concerning cooking?" I asked her, sounding a bit like a reporter as I did.

She moved away and placed something on the stove. "I'm really sorry Arthit, but I'm very very busy right now. Your parents invited formal guests over for lunch, so I have to prepare for them and I don't have much time left." she responded apologetically, too preoccupied to even face me as she did.

Seeing that if I continued to bother her, she'd get a scolding from my mother, I just left the kitchen. I went back to my room and tried to think of another plan. Suddenly, I remembered May. From what I recalled, she could definitely cook.

I took my cell phone and sent a message to her, saying 'Hey, there's an emergency. Call me now.'

Unfortunately, as I was sending it, I accidentally sent it to Daniel instead.

"Shit!" I exclaimed in shock and hurriedly tried to send another message to him, saying I sent the message to him accidentally, but before I could even type it, he was already calling me.

"Well shit..."

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