"You fought?" My eyes widened.
"Dean can be insensitive sometimes. His pride is above atmospheric level. GAAAAAH!" she screamed. "He couldn't even tone it down." She then heaved a huge sigh.
"Wow. Is this a lovers' quarrel or something?" I asked. Chase glared at me. Feeling a wee bit scared, I spoke, "I was just trying to lighten up the mood. Sorry."
Chase sighed heavily like the whole world was on her shoulders. "He makes easy things complicated, small issues big."
"Whoa with the rants!" I raised my hands. "No more negative vibes allowed."
"I'm his best friend. I should understand...but... but...."
I smiled, held her hand, stood up and dragged her out.
"Where are we going?" She asked, perplexed.
"Somewhere nice." I grinned.
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"Sit down." I instructed.
"Okay." She sat down.
I played the piano for Chase. It was the only way I knew to lessen her stress. I looked at her. She was slowly bobbing her head, her eyes shut. When the song was already finished, she stood up and embraced me.
"Thanks, Isha."
"I'm sorry I can't think of anything else to lighten up your mood."
"This is more than enough." She hugged me tighter.
"Everything's gonna be okay soon." I patted her back.
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"Morning!" Dean greeted me like he usually did, with a pure smile painted on his lips. "Hey, let's watch a movie with Chase later?"
I was quite surprised. I raised both brows and smiled, "Okay."
I really wanted to ask Dean if he and Chase were already okay but, I felt like it was none of my business, so I decided to remain shut and told myself everything was already A-okay.
"See you later!" he bid goodbye.
"'kay." I softly replied. I guess I was the only one who heard that. I looked to my left and to my surprise, there he was: Mystery Adonis.
"Hi." I unconsciously blurted out. He shifted his glance to me. He faintly smiled and politely bowed his head lightly. Then, he walked away. My eyes were still glued on him. Another guy greeted him cheerfully along the corridor, "Morning, Tristan!"
"Morning, Bro." he replied. His voice was deep and a little raspy.
"Tristan." I mumbled. My soul was still floating on air when I felt a painful sensation on my arm.
"ISHA!" Marie was standing beside me, pouting like a baby. "Are you here now?"
"Marie! I... I didn't notice you there."
"I was literally shouting at you, but it's as if you weren't hearing anything!" She complained.
"Sorry."
"What's with you?"
"I... I know his name now."
"Huh?" She looked perplexed.
"Tristan. His name is Tristan." I said with so much enthusiasm.
"Whoa! Whoa, Isha!" She held my shoulders and shook me lightly. "Let's get back to earth first before we talk about this Tristan."
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RomanceWe all have had those unrequited love stories. I guess there's no escape. Even I was not an exception. At this very same time of the year, summer, 2 years ago, I met someone. Well, he was once nobody to me until one day, he became somebody; somebody...
