The Right Kind of Wrong

4

I could see the fire play across his eyes. There was light in them again, that I could be sure of. When I first saw him, he had this dark and deep setting in his eyes that quite caught me off guard. But I think he is better now.

My cheeks burned like hell with each smile he flashed. I grew smaller.

Keith always get excited with things like this. But in the end I know he won't see this through. I mean whenever he knows someone likes him and he doesn't like them back, then it's all for nothing, your feelings. He just doesn't care about what others feel. That is how opposite or cross he is when he met Angela.

Angela is such a pristine character. When Keith met her during our first year, I don't even know how they got to talking, but I know he got really hit like by a freight truck or even a train rather. That is how hard he fell for this girl. She is not that typical type kind of girl you'd see in the covers of some magazine. She is not Victoria's Secret pretty but she is something to look at. Some days, classes, she'd just pair a plain white top with some overalls and you'd say she's divine, immaculate even. Her hair would just fall lazily over her shoulders and guys would be swept off their feet as she would just be passing by. She is a show stopper at that note. And when Keith went over and talked to her, it was just like a choir of angels singing as I saw how happy Keith was. He really was. And from that day, I knew I wouldn't make it with him.

"You love me." He said again.

"No wonder you did all the things you did. Because you fell." This time he was looking at me. I know because I could see him through my peripheral vision. I nodded and this time I just know my cheeks just flashed red again. I mean I should be over this now, right? I mean, we're not kids anymore.

Well, I finally had the guts I thought I never had to tell him. I finally did. Which was super out of the blue. It is like this cage slowly opening its hinges for me, letting me flap my wings, freeing me from the chains that bound me into a stone that I thought could be my death bed. I do not know what is in store for me after this, but I didn't think this through, the consequences I mean.

The sky is still covered in a thin sheath of black velvet and I'm still trying to keep up with Keith. We are about to pass Lou's place and I'm already out of breath. We always go for jogs like this especially at dawn, 04:30 is our call time. We'd meet at his doorstep with me going to his place. "Are we there yet?" I asked, right behind him. And now, I'm not even trying to jog, I'm walking my wits out. He kept his pace going and pointed at a very dark alley jest to our left. "There." He said and turned that way. Cars are not a problem at this hour of the day. People are still busy rampaging around their dreams or nightmares. We should be too. But I don't know why I said yes to this. Keith said he wanted to lead a healthy lifestyle which I know for sure is a lot of bull.

Darkness. It's like House of Hades all over again, like the book Riordan wrote. I am a big fan of him. Don't judge me. Well, it is a bit like Tartarus where we are now. Wherever you turn your head to, there is only pitch black darkness and loneliness that would greet you with cold welcoming arms. That is how creepy where we are now.

I tried following Keith but he's just too fast and I don't even know where I'm going, I can't even see where I'm going. This is fucking crazy.

"Keith?" and then I stopped walking, stopped where I am. My breathing suddenly became heavy and all I could hear is the rustling of the bushes nearby and the trees slaved by the gust of the wind. Drops of sweat snaked down my neck and I swallowed. Where are you, Keith? I shouted in my mind, frozen by the vast unknown in the dark. It has been five minutes already. And, "There you are!" I yelped as Keith took hold of my hand. He led me through the labyrinthine maze of trees and got me to Lou's gate. "Fuck! Don't ever do that to me again!" I barked and I saw Keith make a face which he makes when I'm being a pussy. And I know, I admit, I kind of was being a pussy. "I'm sorry." I finally said and followed him through the gate.