Leaving The Friendzone

Chapter 29

Elena Sergio.

"Ugh!" I grumbled. Finally, the prom came near like an expected night from the day. Everyone was all hyped for the event and I was sure they had put on their best outfits to slay all night. Here I was stuck in my bed, all covered with my blanket trying to skip the whole activity after my heart got smashed by the worst person I could ever meet. My sister had my dress all washed and properly ironed. She must have thought I was going to slay in my best looks this evening but I was about to disappoint her. So sad.

"Elena are you ready?" Karen yelled from downstairs. Her voice was so loud that it could be heard if I was sitting outside the building. One of the reasons why we avoid her screams and loud noise especially when she gets all hyped about something or someone.

She often doesn't scream like this. It occurred when she wanted to get any of our attention or call us to order when we argue. I remember the last time it happened, but it was a different story entirely. Her ears were blocked with her earbuds and she was vibing to one of her favorite jams. It got her in the mood and she began to sing it loud word for word, causing distress to our ears. I had to call her back from the cloud nine she was taken to before it all died down.

Back to reality, I wasn't ready to go to the prom. My self-confidence was lost and my energy was drained. There was nothing no one could do to get my ass up from this bed. I was ready to be reluctant and act stubborn. My sister stumbled her feet on the stairs, rushing upstairs to my room to check what was going on in my space. Her eyes won't be able to take in what she was about to see.

"Are you kidding me?" I spoke too soon. She was about to burst into flames as she saw me all covered in bed with my favorite blue blanket. Her face was all red and disappointed. I never wanted her to feel like I wasted her time when I saw her getting my dress prepared before now. It'd ruin her morale for the night. She had pictured this day to be a memorable day for me in high school since she had gotten her own experiences. All she wanted was good for me but I messed up her feelings.

"I'm sorry but I don't feel like going," I opened up from where I lay, unfolding the blanket from my body, rising to sit upright on my bed by the edge side.

"You knew you weren't going and you made me spend my whole afternoon getting a nice dress and makeup kit for you to look so good this evening?" She sounded more disappointed every second her words rushed out. I crushed her feelings to the ground like broken glass.

"I'm sorry," my tears began to slip down like a leaking bucket losing its content. I wasn't supposed to get emotional. "I just feel less confident right now." Only if I told her about how messed up my feelings were because of Kadjiri, she'd have helped me. Her anger diluted the moment she saw me break down. She became worried and walked slowly toward me to embrace me. I felt loved and secure, knowing fully well my sister got my back.

"What's wrong?" She inquired. The truth will be out anyway. No need to hold back the story.

"Kadjiri messed me up. He was playing me this whole time. And he publicly said it in front of the whole school at the pre-prom party. I feel so stupid right now," my tears rushed out even more like a flowing river. I grabbed her tightly and rested my head on her shoulder. Only at that point could I confide in Karen.

"I knew he was bad luck after he bailed out on you when I was having my tournament. I'd whip his ass when next I see that son of a bitch."

"It's okay. Don't make it worst," my head was raised to look at Karen's face, just to let her know that her nerves needed to be calm at the moment.

"I don't know how many times I have to say it but you're beautiful sis. Nothing can take that away from you. I wish you could see yourself as I see you." Her words sounded so sweet but it wasn't enough to get me back to my feet. I wasn't broken beyond repair but I wasn't just brave enough to take in those sweet words said by Karen.