Not Giving Up

[17] '..Who is healthier."

Tyler’s POV

It’s still seven thirty in a Sunday morning and we’re already awake. My head still hurts because of the hangover. I took a shower and went downstairs. I pushed the door entering to the kitchen and saw Ryan talking to someone on the phone. When he heard me came in he said goodbye to the other line before pressing the red button.

I sat and ate the pancakes he cooked. It doesn’t taste like mom’s but I know he tries his best to fill in the gaps. “Annabeth will arrive in a couple of minutes.” He said facing from the counter. “Make sure not to forget your meds after eating.” I really hated taking them. It has a bitter taste that makes my tongue like it is dehydrating. I just gave him a lazy nod.

It was just last night when I broke up with Wendy, and to tell you the truth, it was the hardest thing I did. Saying the words you don’t want to say wasn’t the worst part, it was seeing her cry.

The last thing I wanted to do is making her cry but look at me now, I end up doing it. I just don’t have any choice.

I planned the kiss last night.

At  first, I was just there to drink the hell out of me and forget about everything, including the situation I am in. I got a beer and went to the pool area to be alone. Unlucky for me, I saw Ashley walking towards me. She started flirting with me but I don’t have any interest in her.

Yes, she’s hot but nothing more. She’s not like Wendy, beautiful and amazing.

I had a hard time thinking on how the heck I’m going to tell her about what I just discovered.

Ashley sat beside me and kept lingering her finger near my ear but all I could see was Wendy. Her angelic smile, her hazel eyes, her face is so beautiful. I knew in that moment that I miss her and I would give up everything just to see her face.

My wish was quickly granted when I saw Wendy at the pool side. I squinted my eyes a bit to clearly focus myself. Maybe I was just hallucinating but I was not. She was with Noah. I saw him talking to her but I couldn’t hear what he’s saying because of the loud party noise. 

When I noticed Wendy was about to shift her eyes to my direction, I did what I think is the best.

I turned around and pulled Ashley for a kiss.

It didn’t take her another second until she kissed me back. Wendy approached us; shock and hurt are evident on her face. I told her I just played with her feelings and with a snap I broke up with her.

Saying those things to her was hard and I wish I could just punch myself.  My chest was literally hurting and my heart feels like it was squeezed.

I can’t look into her eyes because everything I said wasn’t true. She started tearing up and I might not hold myself to pull her into my embrace. As much as I miss her I should control myself. She slapped me making it hurt more and called me a jerk which was true.

I can accept it, anything. I am a jerk. I am afraid to hurt her more when she finds out about my situation that I decided to be a jerk.

Dad gave me a pat at the back bringing me out of my thoughts. “I just want to remind you pal, you can’t drink alcohol anymore. It’s not good for you. Last night would be the last warning.”

It sounds funny hearing those words. It’s reasonable to hear those words when you like eight but not when you’re eighteen. Your father telling you not to drink alcohol because it’s not good for you, tss, I was like a child being scolded by his father.

I don’t like to admit it but he’s right. I wasn’t allowed to drink since last week and the food I’ve been eating is always checked in my file. If I am allowed to eat it or will it harm me. My life clearly now suck.