Confessions of a Bestfriend

Chapter 17 His Regret

Chapter 17

(Mark's POV)

I watched the people swayed and moved their lazy bodies to the rocking music of the bands. Girls from every sizes with their long to short dresses. They're grinding and shaking their torsos as if its a club. It's eutopia for guys like me. Inviting yet, I didn't feel the urge to join and party with them. I was still sulking in the corner oblivious to everyone. I leaned against the concrete wall and continued to survey the crowd. So much for being a wallflower. Neon-colored laser lights kept on hitting my tired yet wide open eyes. My chest was breathing heavily. A hurl of emotions wanted to burst out of me. It hurt hard to the core.

"Two dumps in one week. How lame is that?" I pulled my brown messy hair and shook my head.

I wanted to punch someone and beat the daylights out of him. Hence, this was not the right time and place for that so I ended up punching the concrete wall. People nearby peirce their menacing eyes at me but decided to get on with their lives than waste their precious little time caring for a masochist guy like me.

"Who cared, they didn't feel the way I did."

My knuckles were red, bleeding and throbbing from pain. But it's nothing compared to my heart. There were stains of blood on the wall and dripping on the floor. From the looks of it, I needed something to distract my thoughts in order to make myself numb. I grabbed a cup of juice and poured some of my leftover liquor from my wool jacket.

"This was a party right? Might as well be drunk!" I lifted my cup and cheered it up in the air.

As I drunk the sumptous liquid that I made, I drowned my thoughts of the girls who ripped my broken heart out.

First was Michelle, she's nothing but a bitch to me. All she cared about was how she looked. It made me mad when she flirted with other guys. That girl did not know the words 'content' and 'satisfied'. Although we had fun and she's so freaking hot, she could not compare to Aria.

Aria, Aria, Aria. It felt weird saying her name again in my head. She was my first girlfriend and I had loved her. She took care of me and made me think I was special. Hence, she became clingy to my taste. She wanted to be with me the whole time. I felt like I couldn't do other things without her being there. I thought I was getting bored with her.

Then, Michelle came along. She was the hottest girl that looked my way. I took the chance of getting to know her. I thought that I wouldn't miss an opportunity like that. So, I gave it a try. I broke up with Aria to be with her. I was a jerk. That was the stupidest thing I had ever done.

Michelle cheated on me with that a-crap jock. It was a low blow. I got a taste of my own medicine. That day when Aria was with her boyfriend I was raging with jealousy. I never thought she would find another guy to replace me. She devoted all her love to me that made me wonder if she was still capable of having another relationship. It was sooner than I thought. From that day on, my feelings for her were revived. It sucked seeing her with that guy.

When rumors of their mishap came in, my feelings for her grew bigger. I knew then on that I had to take her back. She was once mine. However, I was too scared to confront her again. She was having a crisis with her bestfriend. Moreover, she hated me as hell. So, I laid low and gained first my confidence.

I told myself I would try asking her at homecoming. I had hoped for forgiveness and acceptance because it was a long time ago but I got rejection instead.

After being dumped by the only girl who loved me, I became furious. I did not take well her response to my plea. By this time, alcohol was beginning to invade my system as I wandered around the hallways. I wanted to be alone. I couldn't even walk straight. I guess I'd have to sober up first before driving home, if it's ever possible.

I found myself standing in front of the old art room. Me and Aria had so much memory together in this class. This was the place when I first saw her and the first time I asked her out. The mere thought of it put a smirk on my face. I took hold of the door knob and was surprised that it was open. I let myself in and scanned the room .

It smelled dried oil paints and canvass. Portraits of people and posters of landscapes were hanging on the wall. I walked further to take a closer look but I bumped into a sculpture of a naked maiden that's made of clay. It made a loud noise as it scattered on the cold floor. The room was dimly lit as I squinted my eyes to adjust. I wasn't aware that I spilt liquor all over the art projects. I was tipsy and couldn't control my movements. I crouched down to maintain my balance and to avoid vertgo. As I sat on the floor, I lit and huffed my cigarette. It usually calms my senses.

Suddenly, I heard a tapping sound. Someone must have came in. I couldn't see much from the blinding darkness and smoke from the cigar. The dark figure was coming closer. It made its way towards me. I crept up and took a step forward to meet this person.

I had never expected to see him here.

It was Zeke Dylan.