TIOS: Reminiscing
I had my work finished under time so I finally had chance to send him an email and that was my closest attempt, I almost tap that freaking button but I was lucky then, I didn't. I still don't have the guts, after all it's me who's at fault not him. I went home walking on my condo's promenade, unconsciously reminiscing.
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"Damon, I'm tired. We'll talk about that later, please not now. " I said, it was obvious that I don't want to talk to him since I let my voice a little washed out. I had been trying myself to ignore him. And I always end up regretting after it, but what's done is done. So, I let myself live my day as heavy as it is.
I've thought that some things would be better if I'm off without him. I wouldn't shift in and out of focus on class and I'd be more attentive and conscious of everything about me and my future but somehow, I'd find myself wrong for thinking those selfish schemes but if there's only way to get my focus straight on my class I would have never thought about it.
"Okay," that's the only thing I heard from him then the door open creaked making me know he's gone out my room. I would be lying if I said I'm happy partly I am but partly I'm disappointed. I continued doing my home works that I should have done yesterday since there was no class but I've spent my day wasteful with Damon dating together again at the seaside we usually went every weekends. It makes me feel nauseated every time we go there, I already memorized the view that sometimes it got me bored. But I never showed it to him since I see him always happy every time we're there.
Damon Alexander Portello, wasn't my ideal man. But he's tall, has a chiseled body, he's utterly hot and cute, and the word handsome would be an understatement since he's a mere instance of perfection for a highschool student like me.
Damon was notorious for being a bad boy. He thinks he's superior above all. He's a filthy rich asshole.
Never had I imagined that Damon would notice me for the first time. I actually hated the way he noticed me that I wished he didn't. I was always silent and I admit I was a social vegan but I never dreamed of getting others attention. I'm happy with myself alone.
It was cold that afternoon when I sat down on a bench away from others, giving myself a little quality time since I was totally devastated, literally, after that heartbreaking result from my calculus test. Like Mr. Scott really know how to fuck my life up and it wasn't some sort of new thing for me since he likes doing it almost everyday. Tho, it was my fault I pretended like its nothing. I was reading this book my cousin gave me last day while listening to a music from my headphone as some boys made their way to sit next to mine.
And just like that, he went up to me making every bit of me nervous. I'm not usually up for boys since I know I'm not that kind of girl boys would like. I know he's looking at me. My instincts knew it already. Minutes has passed and I can't take it anymore I wanted to look at him but I insist not to. But he doesn't get his eyes off of me and it makes me utterly conscious about myself that it makes my heart beat faster than usual. This is not typical of me to be like this. Maybe, I'm just being minded that he is Damon the most popular hot guy on school, that's why I'm being like this, stupid. Next thing I knew he was smiling, wickedly, almost a smirk. I snap my direction at him only to look for another place to sit at but, his eyes met mine. That was the moment I realized that he has this "deep eyes", the one I hated so much because it's just too much to look at as though every weight in this world eases up on me—him. Everything on his face were serious except for those red lips being curved heavenwards as though there's really something going on inside his mind that I surely won't ever like.
I stood up as I fix my things right on my arms. I put them on my bag hastily that I wasn't so sure if I really didn't have anything left on the bench. Why am I being so frustrated anyway.
