My Superman

Chapter 8: Cheat

I couldn't believe my eyes. I peeped behind a tall white wall to see what they would do next. Maybe, it was a misunderstanding? Maybe, that anklet represents friendship? Nothing else right? Questions that worry me flowed through my mind, thinking what could happen. I then realized I was too busy thinking, and didn't see what was in front. Their lips smashed against each other.

I couldn't help it, but to run away. I didn't want to get things heated up and worst because of me. In the midst of running, tears suddenly flowed down my face. Sense of loss, in me, that I couldn't handle. I wanted to just scream at the top of my lungs, I knew that I would get glares from strangers around. I tried to keep it in, the music still playing from my earpiece, I was still running home.

I finally reached the doorstep of my house. Scrummaging through my bag, and found the keys to the house, I quickly unlocked the door. I threw my bag on the sofa and slammed the door of my room after entering. Sitting at the corner of my room, I rocked back and forth, trying to ease myself. Nothing seems to work. Wiping my tears away, I whipped out my phone, turned off the music and went to Whatsapp. Colton's last seen was at 12.50P.M. He must have used it to text Jessica. I immediately texted him, telling him what I've seen, tears slowly forming in my eyes, then rolling down my cheeks.

I explained to him what I felt, how he's hurting me in that way. In the end, I sent a whole long paragraph, of course, with some typos as I couldn't see clearly with tears blocking. I read through the message before clicking the 'send' button. After sending, I went to my photo gallery in my phone. The silly pictures we took together, the problems we shared, the tears we went through, the fun we had together. Everything will be gone. 18, will be gone. Then, I got a reply from Colton.

"Hey bay, I sort of wanted to tell you this earlier, but I really didn't want to hurt you. Jessica and I have been together since last week. And as much as I hate to say this, but, I think I should let you go, so I'm breaking up with you. I'm sorry, hope we could still be friends."

Once again, I really felt like screaming my head off. Gah. I hate this.

A few minutes later, I got a text from Jessica. How furious I was with her when I read that text, was the same feeling as wanting to throw a brick in her face.