ForNever

Thirteen

I have never thought of this day coming, that I won’t be too excited with Jenna’s Saturday Chef time. Her carbonara is exquisite but my senses just don’t work since yesterday.

I don’t know if this is excitement or what. I have no idea about this extreme pumping of my heart, the severe stress that my mind gives me, and my minutely checking of my phone. If this is not excitement, then someone please tell me what this is. Am I having a psychological disorder?

“Kate, is there something wrong with my carbonara?”

“No Jen Jen, it’s superb in fact.”

“So then what is it? Why are you acting all weird?”

“Oh Jenna, Katie obviously is anxious about the Eric guy!”

“Efrain, Anne. It’s Efrain.”

“Sorry Katie, I’m just used with Eric. Well, Efrain guy is coming and of course she’s battling with her feelings right now!”

Battling? Am I battling my feelings?

“Kate will never be that affected to a stranger. She must be dealing with something else.”

Am I dealing with something else? God, these two confuse me more!

“Guys, stop it, please. You’re both messing my head more.”

With a surprised yet worried look, the two started to talk about something else while I eat silently, wishing that the time will just get slower, or might as well stop, for I’m not ready for the meeting just yet. I need more time.

It’s four in the afternoon already yet I haven’t received anything from Efrain. No message, no call. Am I just over-thinking and assuming? Should I send him a message now?

Just in time, my phone beeped and I literally rolled myself off the bed just to reach for my phone. My muscles are ready to make a smile but as soon as I saw the message, I end up frowning. It’s my cousin, asking me if I’ll be home for his dance battle. Not that I don’t want him texting me, we’re close. Maybe I was just expecting someone else.

This has to stop. I can’t put myself into a pit of immeasurable misery. Too much thinking about a not-so-important matter will never bring good to me. He is not important. He is nothing for me.

One hour of sticking my last two sentences in mind, I’m glad that I have gained some of my senses back.

*phone rings*

“Yes Greg?”

“Are you gonna go out of your cave or I’m gonna break in and pull you out of there. I’m in the living room with Anne and Jenna, we’re gonna watch Johnny English.”

“Oh you are trying to lure me, aren’t you?”

“Johnny English”

“Fine! I’m coming out. Give me a minute.”

I fix my bed and tie my hair into a messy bun. It’s just Greg so I don’t care if he sees me in my shirt and baggy pants.

They started the movie as soon as I arrive. But the problem is my place has been occupied. The comforter on the floor is now occupied by Greg.

“Greg, move, that’s my place.”

“Never heard of the word sharing?”

“Okay, I get it. Just move a bit to the side, I have to lie down.”

“You can rest your head on my lap, you know.”

I quickly turn my head to look at Greg. He looks tensed now. Maybe he’s too embarrassed of what he suggested, or offered. Before I can even react, he started to talk again.