The Story Behind my Eyeglasses

Chapter 15

I've always read in novels that first kisses are magical and very visiting-Paris-with-your-boyfriend kind of feeling, but mine isn't like those kind of things. In fact, mine was nothing like those kind of things. I was kissed by a guy I consider as a friend and I was literally enraged.

I pushed Jace away from me before I slapped him straight to his cheeks. I felt like my chest is going to burst of confusion and anger. Tears were starting to gather in my eyes as I clutched my chest because it's hurting really bad.

Before I could speak, Luke came and punched Jace in the jaw. It was such a blur that Jace came stumbling on the ground clutching his face but he didn't fight back. I guess he knew he was wrong.

"Don't go near her, asshole." The threat in Luke's voice was evident and his eyes were focused in Jace's eyes with mad concentration. Instead of answering, Jace looked at me with unspoken apology but I can't bear to talk to him right now as my tears are uncontrollably flowing from my eyes. Luke stepped towards me and wiped the tears on my face with his thumb.

"I'll take you home, come on." He said before we walked away from Jace whose still on the ground with an unreadable expression etched across his face. Why would he do that to me? Forcing a kiss on me just to tell his feelings towards me is not the way to make me like someone back. And he's my friend!

Luke and I took a taxi home because Jace drove us here. I was quiet all the time on the road and Luke was just looking at me once in a while with concern. I already stopped crying while we were waiting for the taxi but my eyes are puffy and my nose is red as well.

Luke walked me back to my door and bid me goodnight before he walked back as well. I do hope Evan isn't around because he'll see me in my state and his questions won't cease and won't let me rest. I opened the door and the lights aren't switched on. Where the hell is my brother? I fished my phone and spotted a text message from Evan saying that he's staying over at Amy's and will be back tomorrow morning. His timing is impeccable.

This isn't the first time that the house is this quiet. When Amy's not here, the house is always as quiet as the night. Shuffling around the living room, I plopped on the couch and heaved a loud sigh.

"What the hell just happened?" I groaned and slapped my forehead, contemplating on the things that happened today. I was forced to go to an amusement park by a sissy, saw Christian Larsen and George – whoever that kid is, dragged to Jace's mansion and was confessed to and was kissed – which I find really irrelevant.

Walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge feels like the clouds are situated in my shoulders. I spotted a bottle of iced tea and grabbed it grudgingly. I didn't know that Jace felt that way towards me. How was I supposed to know? He always acts neutral like he's all around and he doesn't focus on one thing.

I started chugging down the beverage and I scrunched my face because this iced tea definitely tastes bitter and just not iced tea-ish. It's nasty. What the hell is this? After a few seconds, the taste started to sweeten so I guess it got stocked inside and started to taste bitter. Hmm. That's it.

After pouring myself a tall glass, I went to the living room and turned on the TV hoping to find something that may distract me from the confusion and frustration I'm feeling right now because of Jace. After a few minutes of staring at the television while drinking, my head started to feel fuzzy and light. What the hell is happening now? Am I sick?