A cute but tragic romcom between an introvert guy Ethan who wants to be a musician and angelica reed who is a famous girl in his campus. Ethan has a huge crush on Angelica like every other guy. As he tried to get close with her, his life changed dra...
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I stumble back to my apartment, feeling like I've survived a war zone. Derek's threats, the constant dodging of Angelica, the sheer stress of it all—it's enough to make anyone lose their mind. I kick off my shoes and collapse onto my bed, too drained to care about anything else. Sleep takes over almost immediately.
In my dreams, Angelica's there, smiling at me which gives me butterflies as always, her laughter filling the air. It's a strange kind of comfort, a break from the madness. I start to feel lighter, almost at peace, but then the dream shifts, and I'm jolted awake.
Groggy and disoriented, I sit up with my eyes barely open, the room feeling eerily off. The shadows are longer and darker, the air was heavier. I rub my eyes and stumble towards the kitchen for a glass of water, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.
I'm gulping down water when I hear it: footsteps in the hallway. My heart skips a beat. Who the hell is out there at this hour? I tiptoe to the door and peer through the peephole. At first, I see nothing—just the dimly lit, empty hallway. But then, like a scene from a horror movie, Derek appears walking across the hallway, going towards the stairs. His body language radiating anger, his footsteps loud and purposeful.
Holy shit! My blood turns to ice. What is he doing here? Is he following me? What the actual fuck is going on? I had so many questions stumbling inside my head.
I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound and back away from the door, my mind racing. I creep back to my bed, every creak of the floorboards sounding like a gunshot in the silent apartment. I dive under the covers and pull them up to my chin, my heart pounding.
I lie there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Sleep is a distant dream now. Derek's face keeps flashing in my mind, and the memory of his threat is all too vivid. What the hell is he doing outside my apartment in the middle of the night? I can't shake the feeling that something really bad is about to happen.
"Fuck me," I mutter to myself, my voice barely a whisper in the dark. "This is some messed-up shit."
Hours crawl by, and I can't stop thinking about Angelica. Why is Derek so hell-bent on keeping me away from her? What's his deal? My thoughts spiral, and I can't find any answers. All I know is that I'm stuck in this twisted nightmare, and there's no waking up from it.
Eventually, the first light of dawn seeps through my blinds, but it brings no comfort. Its Sunday, and after the exhausting events of the previous day, I finally managed to fall asleep early in the morning, around 6 or 7. Despite my weariness, sleep didn't come easily. I tossed and turned, haunted by thoughts of Derek.
Suddenly, I'm ripped from my uneasy slumber by a loud knock on my door. My heart leaps into my throat, and I lie frozen in bed, convinced its Derek. The knocks grow louder and more insistent, echoing through my apartment like thunder.
Summoning every ounce of courage I have, I finally muster the nerve to get out of bed. The room feels colder, the air thick with tension as I approach the door. With trembling hands, I cautiously peek through the peephole, half-expecting to see Derek's intimidating figure glaring back at me.
To my immense relief and surprise, it's Angelica standing outside my door. My initial fear gives way to confusion and then a strange mix of relief and embarrassment. What on earth is she doing here?
I swung open the door to find Angelica standing there, looking genuinely concerned. I tried to set my hair to not look like a rooster. My eyes were heavy like a drunk person, and I still has one socks on my foot looking like a clown.
"Hey, Ethan. I knocked earlier, but you didn't answer. It's noon already, and your door was still locked. Are you okay?" Angelica's brow furrowed with worry as she scanned my disheveled appearance.
I rubbed my eyes, attempting a feeble grin. "Oh, hey Angelica. Sorry about that. Just lost track of time exploring the fascinating world of sleep deprivation." I have no idea wtf I'm saying.
Angelica gave me a skeptical look. "You look like you haven't slept all night. Seriously, what's going on?"
I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to divert attention from my exhausted state. "Late-night brainstorming sessions with my pillow, you know how it is." with pillow? Are you serious?
But my curiosity got the better of me, and I blurted out, "So, uh, do you...know...? Is there any chance if you Derek?"
Angelica's eyes widened in surprise. "Derek? Yeah, why? Is there something wrong?"
I hesitated, feeling a pang of nervousness. "Oh no, actually I've encountered him in class yesterday and he was kind of intense? Do you guys know each other? "
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a confidential tone. "Well yea it's a secret but since you have no friends so you can't tell anybody else. So, Derek and I are actually secretly dating since last months. It's pretty low-key right now. I trust you don't tell anyone."
My heart sank like a lead balloon, I zooned out completely and barely can hear anything clearly, she was talking about. I managed a strained chuckle, trying to process the bombshell. "Oh, haha, that's... that's great."
Angelica tilted her head, sensing my discomfort. "Ethan, are you okay? You seem... off."
My mind raced, struggling to find the right words. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... you know... I think I need to... uh... catch up on some... uh... sleep. Yeah, that's it."
Before I could stumble over more awkward words, I closed the door hastily, muttering apologies. Collapsing onto the floor of my apartment, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the absurdity of my love life. The first time a girl showed a fraction of interest in me, she laughed on my stupid jokes, we also shared many similar interests, and she's secretly dating someone else. BINGO! How worst it can be now. I was feeling like someone placed a heavy ass rock on my chest. Maybe Derek had come over last night, but not for me.
I thought maybe my life is going to take a turn from here, but My love life has already ended before it even starts. Anyways I think, I should go out and buy some milk now, otherwise I still have to eat that dry breakfast.
THIS WAS THE WORST SUNDAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE or maybe not.......
