When your mind is confused, just weigh which one makes more sense but when your heart is confused, there is no right way to weigh it. Because you need to feel it.
It was like a normal day for Emy, she planned it that way but as soon as she stepped in the university's vicinity, she started to panic. She wants and not want to see Damon. But mostly, more of wants to see him. She thought of what happened over and over again to the point of no sleep and no matter how she forced herself to think that Damon is a great pretender, she always goes down to the fact that she was too dense and judgmental.
"Finally!!! I haven't seen you all weekend! How's umm, how's your life?" Bret's feminine-ish voice welcomed her.
She was thankful that Damon is not around yet.
"It was fine.." she smiled. "What's with the eyebrows?" she added.
"Oh this?" Bret answered and looked up like he could see his brows without the help of a mirror. "I saw a filter on snapchat and I just thought it would be fun to put it to real life." he answered and wiggled his zigzag brows.
"Have you seen Damon?" she couldn't help but asked and she secretly castigated herself.
"Yes. He's a morning person. Like duh, he always comes first in the class both grades and attendance.." Bret over exaggerated, "He's with his swimming team."
Emy just nodded and read her notes like she's really getting everything but no. All she could think is Damon Damon Damon and Damon.
"Good morning handsome!" Bret quickly stood up and bowed like a princess.
Emy's eyes voluntarily followed Bret's eyes and there he is, her thoughts coming into reality, Damon. His hair, wet. His lips, reddish than usual, and his muscles are a bit evident like he just did something that made the muscles appear.
"Morning." her Damon replied and then the thought quickly clouded her mind. 'her Damon' she quickly shooed it away.
"Close your mouth, honey. Don't make it too obvious that you're drooling over me." Damon said as he seated next to her.
Like a hypnotized person, Damon's words were her 'finger snap' to lure her away from such dreamy view. "I uhh, I wasn't looking at you." she said shyly.
Then disappointment followed, Damon did not responded anymore. He was busy talking to another girl which kinda made her jealous. Just kinda.
Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks and Emy is left frustrated by Damon's actions. She never really expected that he was serious about forgetting. He acts as her boyfriend only when Tommie is around and then the next thing she knows, he's already talking with other girls! Plus he may drive her home but they don't really talk much anymore!
"Why Damon?! Why?!" she shouted in front of her Chihuahua.
And he only answered with a bark.
"I have so many questions but I can't even say a word when I'm in front of you." she said.
Her chihuahua just gave her a wondering look.
"I look crazy." she sarcastically smiled at herself in the mirror.
Her chihuahua barked again.
"Stop. I'm going to bed." she hushed her pet and then went to lay in her bed. She tried closing her eyes but the Damon problem comes back again.
Emy couldn't do anything but stare at her bedside clock. It was already 1:30 in the morning yet she hasn't even slept yet. Then her phone buzzed and without looking at the caller, she just answered it with high hoped that it was Damon.
"Mine.." the familiar endearment gave her a clue as to who her caller is.
"Tommie.. what's up?" she said trying to sound 'okay'.
"I can't sleep.." the other line said.
"Tommie, sleep okay? You're disturbing my good night sleep." she pretended.
"You never slept yet." Tommie said with an unshakable voice.
"I did." she insisted.
"If you had then you should have turned your bedroom lights off." Tommie said in a voice that in a way, is laughing at her lame excuse.
"Are you my stalker now?" she laughed.
"Just looking out for my best friend." he said.
And a little tingling pain passed by inside her. There was silence between them for a while.
"I mean, you're not just my best friend.. I really like...."
"How do you solve a problem when of confusion?" she cut him in the middle of his statement.
"Well.... it depends." he answered.
"Depends on what?" she inquired.
"On what is confused." he quickly responded.
"I don't get you..." she said with all honesty.
"Well... When your mind is confused, just weigh which one makes more sense but when your heart is confused, there is no right way to weigh it. Because you need to feel it. You need to know which part is confused. But if it's both then just challenge what makes you confused." then she heard a short light laugh in the other line.
"Ha-ha. That was helpful." she replied sarcastically.
There was silence between them again, this time it was longer. She heard Tommie sighed multiple times. He would attempt to say something but then fades off then sigh again then attempts then fades off until...
"Fuck this fear. I know you're with Damon but will you give me the chance to prove that I can be more than him?" his voice sounds frustrated now.
"Now you're making me more confused Tommie." she said straight.
"Emy can I ask you out on a date?"
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a/n
ta-da! Guuuuys sorry for making you wait.. but anyways if you're curious.. my team won the silver medal in debate (the reason why I needed to take a short break from writing)
here's me in my gown (p.s I was hiding in a dart room because I ditched awarding ceremony because I was super tired from wearing a pair of six inches heels. haha shhh)
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Anyways, I also would like to know my readers' age. So I could know how far I could go if ever I am going to write a mature scene. Just comment your answer okay? And for secrecy purposes, just use the choices below. haha
a. 12-15
b. 16-18
c. 19-21
d. 22-above
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