A Moonlit Path To Love

Seattle gets better ;)

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TRICIA'S POV

My puffed up eyes woke up to the " I knew you were trouble" alarmtone. Well, the accuracy hurts. I really wished I was dead sleeping. I never wanted to wake up.

I'd rather have the world swallow me up than seeing him again. No one had ever made me feel that miserable in my whole seventeen years of life.

I felt embarrassed, guilty for no apparent reason and let down by the fact that he didn't like me.

No.
I don't like him.

It was just one of those feelings where you feel scared of yourself drowning in your own tears. Yes, he is the epitome of arrogance mixed with hotness but no, I don't like him. I don't want to like him.

He pulled me close didn't he?
Why did he have to do that?

I felt embarrassed and I couldn't bear it anymore.
I had probably been weeping till about 3a.m in the morning after which I dozed off unknowingly . Standing up, was tremendously difficult for me.

Our entire story flashed like a trailer in my mind's eye which left my heart broken into pieces. The worst thing is that, each broken piece still flutters when I think about him.

No. I don't like him. I don't want to like him or have someone that impossibly negative and annoying in my bubble of positivity.

I took a decision that I would erase him out of my mind and life because constant weeping wasn't going to help. And I took another decision that I wouldn't let go of the first decision. If one thing I learnt from my past experiences, crying was never going to help. All that it does is give you a vexatious headache for the entire day and you just lose all control.

There's nothing to be embarrassed of, Tricia.
He doesn't even deserve to embarrass you.
An egoistic low life, who the fuck is he to embarrass you!
Just chill okay?
Okay?

I painted my lips with red lipstick and sketched my waterlines with Kohl. Who said makeup doesn't cover sorrows?

As I walked down to the hallway, I saw a no make-up on Kay. The poor sleep deprived girl, must have been really tired after the walk last night with her beau. She looked like she was hit by a tornado. Like a typical Monday morning girl she was upset by the fact that tomorrow isn't Friday and the worst of all was that day after tomorrow was also not Friday.

" What happened? " she asked me.

" nothing happened."

" Why are my doll's eyes swollen? " she asked in her tired yet solicitous tone.

" What really? Isn't the makeup enough? " I asked her trembling.

" Chill. Whatever shit happened.Edward Kingston is a bigger douche than Edward Cullen. Funny fella. "

" Lol. Yeah. But how did you know that some shit happened? " I asked her.

" I know you babe. Call me childlike but childish? No." she said as she took her last sip of hot chocolate.

Just then, we heard someone running down the hallway. I was horrified to believe what I just saw.

" Bye babe " a shirtless Wesley said rushing towards the door. He had only a boxer on.

" Dafuq did just happen? " Kay said screaming. Well, I was mentally screaming.

" Just gimme ten minutes guys." Clara shouted out from her room.