"Hey babe." Kenneth said.
"Hi Babe" I said to him as he kissed my forehead.
Kenneth Bakerfield was the captain ball of the college basketball team. He was my boyfriend. I was just a simple girl who was president of the college choral. I was his girlfriend.
"Hey Junie" Kenneth said as he winked at that junior girl. I gave her a look that made her walk away. Then I gave Kenneth a glare.
"Junie? Who's she?" I asked him, giving him my stare down.
"She's no one. Stop giving me that stare please?" He smiled.. "You're the only one, I promise." He kisse my forehead.
"Okay. I believe you." I held his hand even tighter.
I was a possesive girlfriend. "Don't touch what's not yours" that was my quote to the girls who had been flirting around my boyfriend. It's also a good thing that Kenneth was untouchable to girls other than me.
Kenneth and I always fought. We had issues where in I had thoughts about him having... *you know what* There were also times he started the fight, 'cause since I walk home with an ex-boyfriend of mine, he thinks I'm stabbing him on the back. He thinks I'm holding his hand, he also thinks we're getting back together. But I'm not.
"Hey baby?" I asked him.
"What's up?" He pinched my cheeks. He was laying down on my lap while I was sitting on his bed.
"Have you ever thought about you seeing me walking down the aisle?" I asked him looking at his eyes.
"Yeah. I've always think of that moment. Everytime. Before I sleep. When I have nothing to do.." He sat on his bed.. He looked into my eyes.
"I pray to God that 'God please give us both the patience and strength to become loyal to each other." He grabbed my face and he puts his face closer to mine. "And I prayed to Him that I wish the time will come when I'll be able to see you with that white dress and call you my wife." We looked into each other's eyes like we could see galaxies into it.
We were both in love with each other. We were happy. We've been together for almost three years. We've been together since I was in my junior year high school. He was a junior in college. I was 15, he was 18. He was young, and yet he was graduating in a very young age. I knew I could settle down with him once I get a dorm or stay with him at his apartment. He was all set for the future, he has five job offerings from different companies and all of them give high income. He was husband material. He was the real deal.
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"How could you!! Oh My God! Why?" I scolded at him. He threw his bag on his bed. We were at his condo.
"Baby. I'm sorry" He pulled me and hugged me. I pushed him away.
"You're sorry?!" I yelled. I slapped him "Sorry for what? Sorry for not telling me that you had fling with my best friend?!" I stopped and stared at him.
"Baby. Just give me a nother chance. Please." He knelt on his feet. He hugged my legs. He was crying.
"I'm sorry Baby.. After with what I just saw? I don't know." I pushed him away. He grabbed my hand and he won't let go of it. He kissed it nonstop. I felt his tears landing on my hand.
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"How much?" I asked the cashier.
"Two Hundred and Fifty Pesos" she asked as she smiled at me. "You must have one lucky boyfriend." She told me as I opened my wallet and took the exact same price of the shoes I chose for as for my late anniversary gift for him.
"And I must be his lucky girlfriend as well" I told her as I payed her.
"Have a good day miss" She said to me after I got the reciept from her.
While I was walking on my way to my second home, which was his apartment. I decided to go to the usual bakery I always visited. My good old friend Larry was there to bake a free cupcake and I got free refill coffee.
"Hey Larry." I told him.
"Hey Cailey" he waved.
"Can I get the usual, but for a take out?" I asked him as for my order.
"Sure. No problemo." He said as if he was a Mexican guy. He was my clown. he never failed to make me smile.
"Thanks Larry." He gave the red velvet cupcake I was craving for since last night and with coffee. Then I left.
As I was walking. I bumped into a guy. He had the same height as Kenneth, the same jacket that I gave as for out first anniversary, and he had the same hair. I apologized and as he turned around to apologize, his eyes widened. I saw him a girl, mt best friend, Leanne. I was devasted and shocked. But I controlled my anger and frustration. I calmed myself.
"We'll talk at home." I gave him the shoes I just bought and threw the cupcake to Leanne's face.
Five minutes later, I was home. I got my luggage, packed my things and as I was about to leave his apartment Leanne was in front of the door.
"What are you doing here b*ith?" I raised one eyebrow at her. I was frustrated seeing her.
"I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I became to close to him. We become close to each, we had mutual feelings, we've been seeing eahc other in a while and I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She knelt down on her knees.
"You think I would forgive you?! With what I've just saw?! You were kissing him on his cheeks, you were holding his hand!" I told her. I should've slapped her.
I left without even saying a word. I left her crying there like she was a little baby sobbing. I pressed the elevator, the first one the left arrived first, and as the elevator door opened I bumped into Kenneth again. Before I entered the elevator. I pulled the collar of his uniform and pulled him close to my face.
"We'll talk once I come back to get my other stuffs" I told him and left him speechless, and he looked at me as the elevator doors were closing.
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"I'm sorry baby" Kenneth was crying. I wasn't.
"I'm sorry too baby. But I have to leave." I tried to walk away. I tried to. But I can't. H estood up, let go of my hand and he hugged me. I tried to puch him away but I couldn't.
"Please. Tell me you still love me?" He asked me.
"I do love you. It's just that it's the trust that got lost. I can't love you if I don't trsut you anymore." I looked into his eyes. And I kissed his forehead, then I left.
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