Detour

50: Purple Croptop

Saturday morning, I did nothing but lie on bed, watch random movies, and reread books. Yes, this is what I do every school breaks.

Saturday night came.

Vince's farewell party. My mind's been avoiding that thought the whole day. Except the fact questioning my life's choices after watching movies, I've also been thinking what could probably happen if we'd never talk to each again just because I choose not to come? I want to know why he's been keeping his transferring a secret, or his staying for good with his mom on the other side of the world a very confidential thing with me. Another question is, will he apologize if he sees me there? Will he tell me everything before he leaves? Will we be okay after this?

Unknowingly, I found myself scrubbing myself in the shower. Will this be a good decision? I don't know. However, I should give it a try. I'll start hiding somewhere and watch him from afar and if anything happens, I'll escort myself out in an instant. That's the plan.

But what's not in the plan is wearing the leather skirt and the long sleeves cotton crop top with cute beads on the neck line I bought here with me. It was Vince's gift and I've never once took it out from the paper bag and wore it—until today. After mom knowing where I was heading, she insisted for me to wear her cigarette heels tonight. My feet's gonna be aching for sure. I let my hair fall and I put on some dark eyeshadows and a matching lipstick to finish my simple look. I look at myself in the mirror. Well, it looks like me but a little hotter this time.

I sat for a while and I sigh. I took my time waiting for Cole's reply before I finally go out the door. I want him to know about it. What I just didn't expect, was that he directly wants to FaceTime. Is he angry?

"Hi." I shyly said after seeing my face on my screen. Okay, this is a bit awkward.

He doesn't look like he's surprised but I did see his face lit up for a second there. He tried smiling before clearing his throat. "You look gorgeous."

I blushed, having the urge to decline the compliment. "Thanks." My eyes fell on the floor. I'm sure as hell I'm turning into a ripe tomato right now. The other part of me wants him to see what I really look like if I turn around or stand up, but another part of me also says that Cole's not asking for it so why should I do that—and also, I'm kinda avoiding the part where he's gonna ask about the crop top. "Are you busy?"

"Not really, I'm just finishing some works." He do look tired. He sips on his coffee, his eyes never leaving me. "You look familiar."

I was so confused that I thought he's not talking to me. "Why—"

"You look like the girl of my dreams." Oh boy, he still have time for this, huh.

I cover my face while grinning. "Nah, it's just the makeup."

"I don't think so." He pouts. "Can I see your outfit before you leave?"

This is what I've been talking about—what am I really being afraid of anyway? Cole's already okay with Vince, as much as I've known my limitations.

And you're doing this all because?

I don't know for now. Cole and I we're not together but I just... I just don't want him to worry or...get sad.

I switch on my back camera and face our long mirror. It's not my first time wearing a crop top but the people I knew did tell me I look good. The skirt is showing a fair amount of skin and I'm afraid I'd get criticized by the people I know at school, thinking I'm an introvert trying to fit in.

"Head's up gorgeous. You're seriously gonna kill me if I'm in front of you right now." His eyes glinting, his energy raging like fire ready to devour someone. "Please go before I ask for your pictures." He joked around, looking like he's having a hard time facing me.