When Venus Was A Young Boy (Ongoing)

25 | the golden couple is rusted

25 | the golden couple is rusted

“I am leaving.” I quickly stood up, fixing a glare to the two. They looked up at me with shame dancing in their eyes like I had grown another head by defying their rules. Amanda suavely inserted herself to the scene as she passed me a sympathetic glance.

“No, Niko. I do beg you. Please stay.” My eyebrows cocked, clearly reaching the edge of my hairline as I passively flit a stare to her direction. I didn’t want to channel my anger towards her when clearly, it was more deserving for the two. For the first time, her caramel face tinted with sweet facial expression melted into bitter lines as she transfixed a glance to the bowing queens before me. Their shoulders were hunched, but I could still see that they were thinking of a way out from the embarrassing situation they had put themselves at risk. Well, if you can’t keep secrets at a well-kept hold of your fist, it would be most likely to meet your downfall.

“No. I am sorry, Amanda, but I have to go.” I grounded my heels to the ground in a timid but ferocious poise and yanked the purse cushioned at my individualized pink sofa seat. “But thanks for the invitation.” I quickly pumped my limbs to move at the direction of my exit, but before I could clumsily tripped on the carpet rag out of the anxiety and anger I was feeding from, I composed my spine into a straighter composure. With my hips subtly swaying, I passed the two who hadn’t yet uttered a word since I busted them on their not-so-wicked plan anymore.

Before I could make my exit, I stopped on my tracks as Amanda began her scolding. She stopped abruptly as she noticed the pause on my step. “Oh, wait.” I swiveled from my standing position to face them one more time again.

I sweetly coated my voice into perfection of fakeness. “It’s no wonder why your friendship is toxic. It’s built on lies and secrets.” I stabbed as their facial expressions dropped into indescribable shock effect. Their mouths hanged open in a dismay as Poppy thought of a snarky reply to bite back at my ass comment. Amanda looked like she had been beaten into a pulp by the transformative effect that my comment powered while Abby Rose maintained her dignity by at least sparing me from seeing her reaction.

The unfurling fury inside of my chest clenched their way into my venomous pit of emotions as I walked aggressively towards the door of this bistro with its pretentious flora decoration and chic minimalistic overratedness. I passed by the fountain along my way and I wished I could vandalize a graffiti art on the sculpture that glamorously boasted its naked femininity.

The lobby was in the same state just as I snaked past the narrowed hallways and boxed elevators of pristine high quality metals to arrive at the foyer. The only difference when we entered was the human personnel or assistant managing the semi-circular granite counter at the right side entrance of the building. As I was collecting my breath in a controlled manner, the double glass doors chunk past each other with a frictional sound as Brusque entered. Abby Rose’s boyfriend.

I managed to relax my expression in a cool blankness as he acknowledged me with a nod. I tried to shift the anger as an aftermath of my bruised pride into a nonchalant expression. I continued my pace. He gave me a timid smile which evened the sharp features on his face. He was wearing a khaki shorts and sports polo shirt tucked inside. The outfit was complemented by a cinch of an ordinary but expensive belt. The outfit was formal, but the sneakers he wore as a footwear deleted that impression when looked closely. His fashion pieces probably costed more than my ukay staples.

I gave him one of my sincerest smiles, but I honestly hoped that my tense facial muscles cooperated to actually give the impression that it was genuine.

Before I could leave, he blocked me with his burly body. I could smell the bland cologne he was wearing. No flavor just like him. “Hey, did the girls invite you?” His voice was bordering on panic, but he must have noticed me observing him because he quickly adapted the tonality into a calmer and nicer swerve. He rubbed the back of his neck as I realized I haven’t answered yet. I was too focused on my inner turmoil.