The Bad Boy, Cupid, & Me - One Shot

The Bad Boy Cupid, & Me - One Shot [6]

As soon as the sun rose, I hurriedly left Allie's house and walked to my house.

"Honey, is that you?" My Mom shouted from the kitchen, I assumed, as soon as the door clicked shut before me.

"Who else would it be, Mom?" I muttered. "Anyway, what's for breaky, Mother?" I asked her as soon I spotted her in her apron and eyeglasses preparing breakfast.

"Weren't you at Allie's?" She asked.

"Oh. Well, uhm, I decided to walk home instead and have breakfast with you and Dad." I muttered in response, silently wishing that she'd buy it.

But of course, she's a mother. And only few things go unnoticed by one. "That's considerate of you, Chloe. But are you sure it's not something else?"

"Chloe, is that you?" I was saved by my Dad.

Oh, thank God.

I smiled brightly. "Hey, Dad!" My Dad walked towards me and dropped a kiss on my forehead.

We all took our seats as I eyed the crab meat omelet and meatloaf at the dining table.

I was almost done eating when my dad decided to talk. I should've known I won't be able to escape small talk from them.

"So honey," My Dad started. "What are your plans for college? I mean senior year is coming." He said.

I twiddled with my thumbs as I cleared my throat. "Well, uhm. I was thinking of..." I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "I'm thinking of NYU or Columbia." I gave them a smile, and I'm very certain I looked constipated right at that moment.

"NYU?" My Dad raised his brows.

Curse Allie for that suggestion. "Yes, I was thinking of taking up journalism and maybe, take an internship at The New Yorker?" I forced myself not to wince at whatever lie I was saying.

I quickly munched what's left on my plate and stood up fast before they could say anything. "Well, thanks Mom, Dad. But I have to go, I have to shower and check up on Reece."

~*~

Later that afternoon, I met up with Reece at the nearest cafe from the Moonlight Bay.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I forced a smile but I was really surprised when Reece quickly noticed the change in my mood.

"Nothing. Why would you assume something's wrong?" I asked as he took a seat across me.

"Seriously, Chloe? You have this whole sad and confused aura."

I laughed. "Really, Reece? What are you, a psychic?"

He just narrowed his eyes at me. "Chloe." He warned.

I sighed. "Okay fine." I muttered. "My Dad has been asking me where I will go for college."

He furrowed his brows. "But there's still senior year."

"I know. But, we need almost a year to plan everything, you know."

"What did you say?" I frowned, noticing how distant and cold Reece now was.

"I blurted out what first came to my mind. I told them I'm thinking of NYU or Columbia, and taking up journalism." I pursed my lips as I watch Reece slightly take in what I just said.

"Columbia, huh? That's an Ivy, Chloe." He muttered as he looked away.

"Yes, I know. Reece, that's not final, okay. I know you're preoccu-"

"No, Chloe. I'm sorry. I'm sorry my fucked up life is now tainting your perfect life. I'm sorry." He bowed his head and quickly stood up.

I was about to open my mouth when I spotted the tears glistening in his eyes and that shocked me again as I watched the man I love walk away from me.