Wayward (Wayward #1) ✓ [bxb]

Chapter 6

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Here's Jason! P.S Do you guys think that any of my stories is good enough to enter the Watty's or get featured?

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I had been with Cornelius's business card for about three days but I didn't make a single move to call him for about two reasons. One, I wasn't quite sure what to think of him yet. Sure I'd observed him in the boutique that day and done my research on Google and tabloid papers to know exactly how his company was doing and to find whatever snippets of his personal life could tell me whether he'd been in any scandals and such. What I had found was a bit satisfying, but it wasn't enough.

Two, I needed it to breathe a little. Calling him immediately would make me seem desperate or in a hurry which was the last impression I wanted impose. Ignoring it for a while made it appear as though he was the last thing on my mind and would possible make him desperate enough to see me if he really wanted to.

For now, I didn't worry about anything.

My classes ended around eleven and I didn't have work so I decided to take care of myself and clean out my apartment. A cleaning service used to come around twice a week but I cancelled it after two weeks because it felt useless and expensive. I was quite capable of cleaning my own apartment myself; I wasn't a completely spoiled brat. Plus it felt a lot better cleaning my house the way I preferred to do it than having someone else do it.

After tossing away old pizza boxes and take out packets, rearranging my bathroom cabinet and spraying Frebreeze all over my apartment, I decided to treat myself to something far all my hard work.

I took a taxi down to Soho where I knew a great Mexican place. This wasn't a usual habit for me though since I had to discipline myself to maintain my great shape. During my younger years, I'd been a fatty. Losing all that baby fat and weight wasn't easy at all so gaining any was a strict taboo in my book.

Even now a small sense of guilt crept right into me when I took a bite of my deliciously crisp taco. Jay normally told me that I was too hard on myself when it came to my weight and appearance, but he didn't understand that it was better this way. The person I was in my earlier teenage years was someone I hoped never to become again. Riddled with doubts, pain, fear, rejection and utter unhappiness. My past wasn't a story I eagerly shared to everyone.

Jay had no real idea.

All he knew was that I was quite unhappy and ran away from home to the minute I got accepted into college.

The only people who knew the other me where those back home. Those who I left behind and those who I hurt before leaving them behind.

Did I regret it the small trail of destruction in my wake?

Absolutely not.

I regret nothing.

It was only fair for me to leave that town which only caused me heartache right from when I was born till I couldn't take it anymore. My family may have thought that my decision was selfish but for the first time then, I was actually doing something I wanted and taking care of myself.

I was only up to the third bite of my deliciously crisp and warm taco when I got bumped into. It fell from my hand and right unto my navy blue shirt which unleashed a string of swear words from my lips. "What the fuck?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

The perpetrator looked grossly apologetic "Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry. I wasn't looking at where I was walking at all."

"Damn right." I muttered angrily trying to wipe my shirt with the napkin in my hand and also mourning the loss of my now abandoned taco on the ground. "I really liked this shirt."