EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 23: Easter
When I was in my fourth year of high school:
During a physics class, our teacher instructed us to finish our old assignments and submit them before the period ended. We would sit in randomly assigned groups. There were two guys, me and Mick, and the other three were girls who were having a great time gossiping.
“Hey, it looks like he’s practicing soccer again today.”
“Really? I won’t miss that. I even got some great shots from the other day. Look!” She then pulled out her phone to show her friends, “He took his shirt out of his pants, it’s super bad.”
“Exactly, it’s nice when he’s in his PE kit, but I like it when he’s in his school uniform, especially when he’s all sweaty. Oh my, the school shirt is so thin.” “While you all are chatting away, some of us are trying to work. It’s distracting.” Mick, sitting next to me, complained, which made the three girls turn to glare at him.
“Don’t talk so much, Mick. You’re copying my work, and you still have the nerve to say you’re distracted.”
“Please, let me copy some math too.”
“Do some work yourself. Look at Easter, he always finishes his work first, right, Ter?” Eve said, turning to look at me.
“Ter’s level.” Mick said, “He finished copying at home.”
“Yeah, I always, uh, finish my work at home, never having to rush at school.” I said proudly, though I’m not sure why finishing copying early is something to be proud of.
“Well, if you’re done with your work, join the gossip. Here, look at this.” She then handed me her phone, showing a picture of someone in a high school uniform, mid-kick on the field, his hair slightly messy and sweat all over, indicating how hard he had been playing. It made him look cool and very attractive, no wonder the girls liked him.
“I’ve seen this picture three times already. Tubtim showed it to me this morning.” I said, sounding bored.
“Oh, really? Then, Mick, look at this. This is my boyfriend, Phii Hill, from 5/12, isn’t he hot?” Eve continued to show off the picture to Mick, who let out a heavy sigh, probably having seen the picture no less than three times like me.
“I’m sick of seeing it, and tired of hearing about how hot Phii Hill is. It’s all the girls in our class talk about all day.” Mick complained again before bending down to continue copying work.
“Well, he’s handsome, and he’s really cool too. Plus, with the sports day coming up, he’s been practicing a lot. We’re practically camping out at the field every evening.”
“He’s also smart, and I heard his family is rich.” one of the girls added.
“Women can be so imaginative.” Mick said to me, “I’ve never met him in person.
Have you, Ter?”
“I think I’ve seen him a few times.” I replied, recalling Phii Hill, who was always the talk among the girls. He’s in M5/12, the top class for the Math-Science program, which in our high school goes from Room 7 to Room 12. Room 12 is the ‘King’ class. I’m in M4/7, just a regular Math-Science class, which is fine by me. I don’t want to study hard. I already have to copy assignments until my hand hurts. Last year, when I was in M3, there was talk about a new transfer student in M4 named Phii Hill, from a famous elite school. Not sure why he transferred here. He’s super good-looking, smart, in the King class, and good at sports, making him the center of attention in school. Back then, I didn’t see him much because the high school and middle school sections are separate, but I heard his name often. When I finally saw him, I understood why the girls were screaming so much. Now, as I’ve moved up to high school, I see him more often—around the cafeteria, passing by, at the gym, or most commonly at the library, where I work as a librarian. He borrows books a lot; he must love reading, which explains his good grades. And since he doesn’t have a girlfriend, he’s even more popular, though there are many rumors linking him with others.
“How was it when you met him in person?”
“Why are you asking me this?” I asked, puzzled, furrowing my brows.
“Well, I want to know what guys think about my crush.”
Oh my, she called him ‘my crush’ so confidently. Does Phii Hill know he has imaginary admirers all over school?
“Nothing much, really.” I answered honestly.
“How can there be nothing? Isn’t he handsome?”
“Yeah, he’s good-looking.”
“How good-looking?”
“What do you mean ‘how’? He’s just good-looking.” I said, still confused. Do girls usually ask such weird questions? Is there more than one way to be handsome?
“Like, cute handsome, cool handsome, rugged handsome, stuff like that.” Eve explained. I turned to Mick for his opinion, but he just shook his head, feigning ignorance.
“He’s pretty cool, like an athlete.” I said, just to move past the question.
“See, athletes are cool. But when I saw him studying, I thought he’d make a good doctor.”
“Dr. Hill, huh? That sounds awesome. It would be great if he actually became a doctor.”
“Seriously, with so many people liking him, why hasn’t he settled down?” Mick asked.
“Oh, Mick, don’t kill my dreams. I know he’s popular, but what can you do? He’s one of the reasons I even want to come to school, sigh. Deep down, I know there’s no way I’d ever really date him, someone of his caliber.”
“Well, being a fan is good enough. Heard that Nut from Class Four confessed to
Phii Hill yesterday.”
“Really, and what happened?”
“Rejected, of course. You can ask. Even the pretty seniors got rejected plenty of times.”
And so, the girls’ gossip continued amidst me and Mick’s boredom. Honestly, we were sick of hearing about him every day. It’s only through the girls’ gossip that we got to know him.
As it was nearing six in the evening, when everyone should have gone home, I, being the librarian, had to tidy up the books, compile a list of borrowed books, and check for any missing volumes.
“Panupong, come here for a moment.” called the library teacher.
“Yes, sir.”
“Help me out here.” The teacher then bent down to do something before handing me a notebook, “Someone left this notebook here for several days. I’ve waited a long time, but no one has come looking for it. Please return it to its owner.” “Yes, sir.” I agreed and took the notebook.
“You can return it tomorrow morning. You can go home now, I’ll have someone else finish the rest.”
“Yes. If that’s the case, I’ll be going then. Goodbye.” I said, giving a slight bow before going to grab my school bag. But whose notebook is this? I don’t really know many people, will I be able to find the owner?
Name: Ratchakit Pacharakittithorn
Nickname: Hill
Class: M.5/12
Oh…Hill from M.5/12 [1] So in Thailand if you see something written with matthayom or M it means secondary school which is a six years thing. And if you see something like M.5/12 it means that student is secondary school grade 5 class 12
Ah…that Phii Hill, the one I hear about every day…
This might work out well. I could take it to the girls in the class; they’ll definitely scream and fight over this notebook. I sneakily opened it to see, curious about what the notebook of someone who’s so good at studying would look like. Wow, such beautiful handwriting and organized notes. Even though it’s not very colorful, it’s very suitable for a guy, quite readable actually. Or maybe I should keep this notebook for myself, just in case.
When I get to M5, I’ll have the answers to look at.
That wouldn’t be good…doing something like that might be too much.
As I walked past the football field, I noticed quite a few people, especially girls, sitting by the field and watching the players intently. Eve had mentioned this morning that Phii Hill would be practicing football today. So, I might as well drop by. It wouldn’t be safe to keep it with me. If it doesn’t go away, I’ll just tear it up. I made my way over to where the athletes were sitting for a break. There were about three or four guys resting and drinking water. I approached them cautiously.
“Uh, excuse me, seniors.”
“Yes?” They all turned to look at me in unison.
“Is Phii Hill here?” I asked.
“Hm? Oh, he is. Are you looking for him?”
“Yes, I need to return a notebook—”
“Hill!! Someone’s looking for you!!” One of the guys shouted out before I could finish my sentence, calling out to Phii Hill who was warming up in the middle of the field. Since it wasn’t far, Phii Hill heard and turned to look with a puzzled expression.
“A junior is looking for you!!” The same guy shouted again, and Phii Hill nodded in understanding before jogging over.
This was the first time I had seen Phii Hill up close like this, or maybe I had seen him before but never really noticed. Up close, he was…really as handsome as everyone claimed. His slightly sweaty appearance made him even more attractive.
Phii Hill looked at me, puzzled.
“I’m returning your notebook. Is this yours?” I said, handing the notebook over to him.
“Oh, yes, it’s mine…Where did you find it?”
“At the library.”
“Thanks.” He said, taking the notebook.
“You’re welcome.” I nodded, and Phii Hill gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back out of politeness before turning to leave.
“Uh…junior?” I turned back because I heard Phii Hill call out. He seemed to be contemplating something.
“Yes?”
“Never mind. It’s nothing.” Hearing that, I turned back around. What was that about? He called me and then didn’t say anything.
“Ter, we saw you yesterday. What did you talk to Phii Hill about?”
“Yeah, it looked like you called Phii Hill over.” In the morning of the next day, the girls in my class were pressing me hard because everyone had witnessed me returning the notebook.
“I was just returning his notebook. He left it at the library.”
“Really? Why did you rush to give it back instead of bringing it to us first? We wanted to be the ones returning the notebook to Phii Hill.”
“Yeah, we wanted to see his handwriting. If it were me, I would have kept a page.”
“And did you peek inside his notebook?”
“I took a little look, his handwriting is nice.” I said.
“Then why didn’t you take a picture? Ter, I’m upset with you. Remember that.” “Don’t be upset. What did I do wrong?” I said softly, “He comes to the library often. If you want to meet him, just come to the library.”
“I went last time. Didn’t see him at all.”
“Really? But I’m on library duty. I see him almost all the time. He likes to read on the upper floor with his friends.” I said truthfully because the librarian duties are scheduled by day. I’m on duty on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and in the evening when I’m at the library, I almost always see Phii Hill, except for some days like yesterday when he must have been practicing soccer.
“I guess our stars just aren’t aligned with his. Sigh, but seeing him practice yesterday did make me happy. Too bad he didn’t take his shirt off. All his friends did. Why didn’t he do the same?”
“I’ve never seen Phii Hill take his shirt off either. I’d love to see that.”
“But what about the sports festival? Did Phii Hill end up being our color’s drum major?”
“I heard our seniors say so. They said if it wasn’t Phii Hill, they wouldn’t agree to it, but it seems Phii Hill isn’t that keen on it. He’d rather focus solely on sports.” “He’s our star player for soccer. I’d love for him to do both, but it must be exhausting for him.”
“And why are you all talking about him at my desk?” I asked. Somehow, I became the consultation point for sports festival matters right at my desk, leaving me with no space to work.
“Well, it’s normal to get excited as the sports festival approaches.”
At my school, the 5th graders are in charge of organizing the sports festival. Each color group consists of two or three classes, and they decide which class does what, like who builds the stands, who choreographs the parade, who manages the sports events. My class, M.4/7, is part of the red team, and so is Phii Hill’s class. In M4, there aren’t any special duties, except for some who get selected to lead or march in processions, which I didn’t do. In simple terms, I was free; I wasn’t even participating in the sports, so I was just there to join the event. 3:25 AM
It should be bedtime. Yes, even the chickens aren’t awake yet. Is it really the time to be doing this, Ter? I was yawning on the cold floor, using my bag as a pillow and my jacket as a blanket. It’s 3:25 AM, and I only fell asleep at midnight. Why do people have to torment themselves like this?
Mick, who was in the same predicament, was leaning against the wall, trying to doze off like me, along with many others who were now looking wilted like vegetables. The bright lights were blinding, and the noise made it even harder to sleep.
Yes, this is the place where the red team is supposed to get ready for the sports day parade. Man, I thought I’d be off the hook and wouldn’t have to do anything.
But due to a shortage of people, I ended up having to march too.
Marching, I don’t mind much, but having to meet at 3 AM is crazy…because the parade starts at 7 AM, and many need to get made up, so we had to come early or we’d be late. I can still remember my dad grumbling when he had to drop me off. I understand my dad because I was grumbling a lot too. Not letting a sleepy person sleep is a sin. My dad’s a police officer, and he had to rush out last night because of an accident. By the time he got back, it was 3 AM, and he found me waiting outside the house.
“Hey, Ter, why are you sleeping here?” I heard Eve’s voice and opened my eyes to see her in regular gym clothes, but her face was already fully made up. Eve was also in the parade, and she will be carrying a sign along with me.
“I’m sleepy, let me sleep, please.” I pleaded in a groggy voice before closing my eyes again.
“C’mon, get a little excited, it’s sports day!”
“I am excited, but I’m also sleepy.”
“Do guys need to put on makeup too?”
“Apparently, we need to put on foundation. We wait for the girls to finish first. If they call for the guys to get their makeup done, wake me up, Eve.”
“Alright, and Mick too. Come on, let’s sit together, our classmates are hardly here for the parade.”
“Uh, good luck, Eve.” I mumbled, not really sure what I was saying, feeling all dazed. Knowing someone would wake me up, I easily slipped back into sleep.
“Ter, wake up, wake up!” I jolted awake after Eve shook me vigorously.
“Huh, what? Are they calling us for makeup now?”
“No, no, but look, Phii Hill is here. Oh, how delightful to see him this early in the morning.” I peeked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, it looked like…uh, Phii Hill, but the image was so blurry.
“What time is it now?” I asked.
“3:50.”
“Eve, I’ve only slept for twenty minutes.”
“That’s enough. They’ll soon call for the boys to get their makeup done.”
“But that’s still a while. Just one minute now feels like a lifetime for me.” I said, dropping my head onto my bag and trying to sleep some more.
“Phii Hill isn’t the drum major, right? He’s not marching, is he just overseeing the parade?”
“Probably.” I answered, still half-asleep.
“Oh my God, he just looked over here for a second. Did he look at us? He must have looked at us, oh my God, let me fantasize for now, right Ter? He looked at us, right? Squeal!” Eve squealed softly, but how would I know? I had my eyes closed.
“Yes, he looked at you Eve. He must like Eve for sure.”
“Ter! Crazy, what are you saying!!” And then Eve hit me hard on the arm, making me jump, “Ouch, for goodness’ sake, why do I have to deal with this when
I’m so sleepy?”
“Boys can start getting their makeup done now.”
“Ter, they are calling for us.”
“Ugh, let someone else go first.”
“Mick, wake up, they’re calling for makeup now.” Eve turned to wake up Mick too.
“Ter, get up.”
“You get up too, limit.”
“Excuse me.”
Huh…who’s calling? The voice isn’t familiar.
“Excuse me, you can wake up now.”
Is it time for makeup again? Ugh, I want to sleep more, can I have another five minutes?
“Another five minutes.”
“It’s getting late now.”
“Mm-hmm, I know. You can go ahead.”
“If you don’t wake up, I’ll carry you to the car to sleep.”
“Alright, alright, I’m awake.” I said in a groggy voice, slowly pushing myself up from the floor, rubbing my eyes to get them to open. Who woke me up? And where did Eve go? “Where’s Eve?”
“The girls have gone to get dressed.”
“Oh, right.” I mumbled, trying to open my eyes again. This person looks familiar…
Oh…
It’s Phii Hill…
Why is he the one waking me up?
And what was that about carrying me? Is he going to throw me downstairs or something? That’s harsh.
“Just wait here for your makeup.” He said, “Can you stand up?” Phii Hill asked, extending his hand as if to help me up. I, lacking strength and full of sleepiness, reached out to grasp his hand, and he gently pulled me to my feet.
“Thanks.” I thanked him, then staggered over to sit next to Mick, who was getting his makeup done. His face looked just as freshly woken as mine.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked.
“I was almost out cold myself, senior, could you pinch my leg?” Mick said. The senior who was applying his makeup pinched him as requested, making Mick yelp and wake up fully.
“It’s not too hot, right?” Eve, now in full Thai costume holding a sign next to me, commented, even though I was already being made up. But I still felt like my mind wasn’t fully back. Plus, this sign was incredibly heavy; it was a carved wooden sign representing the school’s identity.
“It’s barely past seven, Eve. How could it be hot?”
“You’re annoying. So, Phii Hill, he’s here to supervise the parade?”
“Seems like it.”
“That’s a pity. Why didn’t he go parading as the drum major instead?”
“I don’t know.” I said, not paying much attention. Right now, my mind is set only on sleep. Mick was the same, his eyelids half-closed.
“But having him supervise the parade is good. We get to be close to him, it feels like he’s protecting us.” Eve said.
The parade supervisors, as their name suggests, ensure that no one in the parade steps out of line. Since we’re walking down an entire lane of the road, they also need to watch out for cars in the other lane trying to cut in. They also handle other duties like serving water and wiping sweat.
Last year, a girl twisted her ankle because of high heels, and the parade supervisor had to carry her shoes all the way. But honestly, who came up with the idea of walking this far? They must not have considered people like us, who are not fully awake, haven’t eaten much, yet are expected to walk this far. Don’t they have any sympathy?
Phii Hill, in his red staff shirt, clearly showing which color he was representing, with jeans and nice sneakers. Just that was enough for all the girls in the parade to look his way, especially my girlfriend here, who’s crazy about him, no need to mention how chill she’s acting.
The parade had been moving for a while. In front of me, there was a palanquin carrying a senior girl in an extravagant Thai costume, probably namedPhii Thanmild, also known as one of Phii Hill’s rumored love interests. I know this purely from Eve’s gossip, to be honest, T^T.
Somehow, I really feel sorry for the guy carrying the palanquin.
“Can you manage?” Phii Hill, who had somehow ended up next to me, asked.
When he walked beside me like this, I suddenly felt short.
“Yes.” I nodded in response.
“But you look very pale.” He said. I’m not sure if I imagined it, but his voice carried concern. He’s really a good senior, looking after the juniors well.
“I’m fine.” I smiled, but right now, the sign I was carrying felt extremely heavy, my arms were exhausted. I glanced at Eve, and she was in a similar condition, her hands trembling; this sign should be carried by at least four people.
“Is it heavy? Here, let me take it.” Phii Hill said as he took the sign from me, “Ice, come help carry this for the junior, she’s struggling.” Phii Hill called out to another staff member nearby to help with Eve’s side of the sign.
How is it that when the seniors take over, the sign feels so light? Just a moment ago, Eve and I were practically dragging it on the ground. Now, with nothing to carry, we could move to the middle, more like showing off our outfits than anything else. When I looked back, I saw Mick had his arms sagging too. Even with other staff helping out, we were all in this together, T^T.
“Wow, look at his arm muscles, the veins too, oh my, so manly.” Eve whispered, making it hard for me not to notice too. Many girls like men with visible veins on their arms. I get it, it looks cool. It shows strength. I only just realized Phii Hill has muscles too, but honestly, I don’t know much about him.
“Oh, Hill. Not being the drum major, and now you’re carrying signs instead?” another staff member teased as he approached, but Phii Hill just shrugged without responding, “But aren’t you supposed to be in the sports section? Why help with the parade? Aren’t you going to be tired out before the soccer match?”
“…”
“Someone has to be looked after.”
“Who?”
“Not telling.”
“Fine. Anyway, the parade management isn’t very good, huh? Not enough breakfast for the juniors, calling us in too early for no reason. Look, there’s a junior girl almost fainting up ahead.”
“Oh, that’s bad.”
“And how about football? Today’s the final against the green team. Do you think the captain will win?”
Hm? Phii Hill is our team’s football captain too? That’s cool.
“Probably will win.”
“You’ve got good support today.”
“Oh, you’re talking subtly now, aren’t you? Who is it? Thanmild, oh, she’s super beautiful today, sitting like a lady on that bench, that Thai dress really suits her.” The guy whispered to Phii Hill, but I, being close by, overheard it anyway, causing me to look at Phii Thanmild sitting in front. I could only see her back, but even from the back, she looked beautiful, her skin as white as milk.
“It’s not that impressive.”
“Oh, come on, you who she chases every day can say that, but just looking at her makes me happy.” He said, making a face of exasperation.
“Could you get some water for me?” The person next to me made a slightly annoyed gesture, and the other went to fetch a small glass of water from another staff member.
“Here.”
“Give it to the junior.” Phii Hill said.
“Sure, sure.” and then he handed the glass to me. I didn’t forget to say thank you before taking it, and I passed another glass to Eve.
When we reached near the school entrance, we had to carry the signs ourselves. It wouldn’t look good if the staff held them for us. I guess we can manage. It’s just around the school lawn; the ground is quite muddy, though. Just the other day,
Fon fell here, T^T
“It’s fine, I’m okay. If it’s too much, let me know, okay?” Phii Hill spoke with concern again. I nodded to show I understood, and then Phii Hill moved to join the other staff members, but not too far from me.
“He really cares, doesn’t he?” Eve said.
“Yeah.”
“Now he’s even more adorable. Sigh, I’ll remember this moment when he carried the sign for us until the day I die, it’s so sweet.” I sighed softly at Eve’s infatuation with Phii Hill, thinking one day I might get used to it.
“Who said he was ordinary? The red team captain, what a beautiful goal, and it’s in! One goal!!” The soccer commentary blared from speakers all around. Mick and I were at our color’s stand to watch the competition, sneakily eating sweets and snacks brought by juniors.
I swear, we only ate a little. We didn’t eat much, seriously, or else the juniors would have nothing to eat.
As soon as Phii Hill scored the first goal, the cheers erupted, especially loud from our stand where everyone was cheering with all their heart. The squeals from his fans were no ordinary thing; you could tell that after this match, he’d have even more fans. The sheer coolness of it all. But I didn’t see it, I was busy looking for snacks in the bag. Mick said Phii Hill’s goal was beautiful.
“Try to cheer a bit more.” Mick said, making me stop looking for food for the moment.
“Alright, alright, do you want some chicken leg snacks?”
“Sure.”
“And here comes another one for red, number eleven has the ball, passing it to number four. Now, can the red team captain score again consecutively?”
“Scream!!!! Hill, go for it!! That’s so cool, it really gets my heart racing.” one of the stand supervisors cheered loudly, “If you win, I’ll be your wife!!”
“Wait, stop it, if Hill hears this, he might be too scared to continue running.”
“Then come be my husband, I’m begging you.”
“Me too, I want a husband who’s the red team captain.”
I somehow felt that the seniors’ cheering was a bit scary. Does hearing such cheers actually boost the players’ energy? I’ve never competed in anything, so I wouldn’t know, but when you’re cheering with all your might, it really is fun, otherwise, why would cheering be so intense?
“Oh my, if you’re going to be that handsome, you don’t even have to win, I’d still give in, Hill, take off your shirt, I want to see those abs.”
“Right, right, take your shirt off, just a moment, we’re here to cheer for the match, not to cheer for shirt-taking-off!”
“Number nine is pretty good, huh? Why are football players so impressive?” Phii Hill is really focused on the game. You can tell, unlike some who just play without much effort, get tired and don’t want to run, it’s hot, the sun’s strong, all that stuff, but Phii Hill is truly dedicated and also very skilled, oh wow, he’s super cool. If someone has all these qualities, what more could you ask for in the world? Whistling sound from the referee’s whistle signals the end of the first half. All the athletes disperse to rest at their respective team’s bench, the red team also heads this way. Phii Hill is drenched in sweat, his face flushed from exercise and exposure to the sun.
“Ohhh, wow, that last shot was a real killer.” probably referring to the moment Phii Hill wiped his face with his shirt, revealing his abs, making everyone hold their breath unintentionally.
“Hill played well. Keep an eye on number twelve, he almost scored several times.” The coach advised.
“Yes, sir.” Phii Hill responded, clearly exhausted, his eyebrows furrowed, showing he was quite serious. “Pipe, don’t go too far upfront.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Grab some water for the players, will you?” One of the seniors ordered me during the strategy meeting. I was confused why I had to do it, but then I realized I was the closest to the water cooler since I had sneaked away for a sweet drink. Mike and I grabbed water bottles from the ice bucket and handed them out to the football players.
“Here’s water.” I handed one to Phii Hill.
“Thank you.” He turned and gave me a gentle smile as he took the water. I could sense his kindness; he had even helped me carry the banner earlier today. I had heard rumors that Phii Hill was rather cold and didn’t care much for others, but that doesn’t seem to be true.
Soon, it was time for the second half. At least we were leading by one goal, which Phii Hill had scored. If nothing went wrong, we were likely to win. “Hey, cheer louder!” one of the leaders on the stands shouted, causing the red stands to cheer so loudly it drowned out the green, our opponents. Wow, that’s impressive; even when I was in middle school, the cheering wasn’t this loud.
Maybe it depends on who’s playing.
Suddenly, everyone gasped as Phii Hill was tripped by an opponent and fell. The referee blew the whistle immediately. Everyone rushed over to check on him, and when they did, they found he wasn’t injured and could continue playing, but the player who tripped him received a yellow card.
“Oh come on, they can’t compete so they cheat. That’s not manly at all.”
“He might not have meant to.”
“Meant what? If something happens to my husband, how will you take responsibility?”
I shifted to a spot where I could see clearly and found that Phii Hill really seemed to be fine.
Sigh, thank goodness he’s not hurt.
But his shirt was covered in mud. As I mentioned earlier, the ground was very slippery today because it had rained the day before. The grass in the middle of the sports field had dried out quite a bit. But where Phii Hill fell was a wet area.
“Give him a spare shirt.” The advisor shouted, indicating that a shirt change was necessary. Playing like this wouldn’t do, and it was the moment everyone had been waiting for.
That is…
Phii Hill took off his shirt…
“Scream!!!! Oh my God, those abs, those six-packs, oh my, why does he have such a good body, I give up, I totally give up, sigh, he’s stolen my heart.” “Why is he so white? Did he swallow a light bulb or something? Oh, he looks delicious, that body is so tempting.”
“The abs are so beautiful, I want to touch them.”
“Six-packs are the best. Don’t put the shirt back on. Just play without it!” It was just a fleeting moment when Phii Hill changed his shirt, but it caused a stir among everyone who saw, especially the girls who couldn’t believe such a white complexion could belong to an athlete who is always under the sun. The abs were not overly defined, just right for a high school student who exercises.
Honestly…
My heart is beating so hard right now…
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