Hooked (ML, #2.5)

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Invite

My phone is blaring with messages after I turned it on. It is chaos of words, and my head struggled to comprehend each terms. It is all full of worries and concerns that made my eyes burned.

I fucking hate this.

I swallowed my pride for how many gulp and I closed my eyes tightly. Una kong pinadalhan ng messages sina Mommy at Daddy. Even my brother who is currently anywhere. I texted them I am fine and I am staying in hotel for a while.

For a while.

24 hours exactly.

Good job, Lana.

I don't even know if I am going to cry or laugh to Leigh's text messages.

From Le:

Go freaking home, bitch.

From Le:

Seriously, you two--you, I mean, are crazy.

From Le:

Wherever you are, La, please be safe and text your boyfriend. He is losing his mind right now.

From Le:

Where's your heart, text him kahit man lang.

From Le:

What a bitch.

From Le:

Seriously, Lana?!

From Le:

Malaki ka na. Alam mo na ginagawa mo. But Lana, come on, text me if you're fine.

I bubbled a laugh. I rubbed my eyes and typed a message.

To Le:

I'm fine. Is he going anywhere?

I sent it.

He is going to New York today? I'm not sure. Nakuha pa niya ang project na sinasabi ni Marco? I'm not sure. Because I let my pride stayed beside me, telling me what to do, and fucking myself with reservations. What the hell?

I expected a call but a text message would be fine with Leigh Alegre.

From Le:

Text him.

From Le:

Wala kang number niya? Unbelievable, del Rey.

I grunted. I rested my head thoroughly on the pillow. I groaned out loud in frustration. I don't want him to miss this huge chance because of this pointless fight. I don't want him to ignore this opportunity for his career. He is soaring high...I am...not going to kiss the hell sky. I will remain on the ground...balance just for now. And I guess, it is not bad to think about it. I'm not sure if this is normal. To never be contented and be enough with the things you like. To be an optimistic and pessimistic at the same time. To never intimidate yourself to believe in your own...it is force. Some people will have tons of guts and confidence, but I am not one of them. For how many times I cheered myself to deem, I failed...maybe it is not now. I'm not closing door...I know how mess up it is, my door is always open 24 hours, and unwrap in whatever drastic change.

And I know how sad it is. But don't pity me. I can manage, because I know it.

And I hate the fact that my period started yesterday. Fucking hate it.