Ms. Heartbreaker Meets Mr. Player

Chapter 5: Azariah | A Sad Moment...

Chapter 5: Azariah | A Sad Moment...

Title: A Sad Moment...

POV: Azariah

I’m doing something when someone comes into my room, it’s Rick. He’s one of my childhood friends who is studying here. I just notice that he’s wearing a pink top that has a sign “Kiss me because I’m hot” and I quickly frown, and he notices it. He sticks out his tongue and moves forward. I can feel that he’s a little frustrated, because I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s like my brother, and I’m like a brother to him. He’s a year older than I am. Sometimes, people we know say we look like each other. Because we have the same brown hair, intense blue eyes, same attitude, muscled. And I don’t mind it, because I, myself, know it too. That we look like each other. Whenever me, Rick and Seldon go out, people always think that Rick is my brother and not Seldon. Seldon doesn’t like it, because, to be honest, Seldon is a big fan of Mr. Azariah Spencer Colton. Being always with the hot girls. I’m the best. I just realize that Rick is talking to me, and I quickly look at him and raise my eyebrow. He sighs a very long tired and frustrated sigh. “Dude,” he says. “My sister is sick. What should I do?” He stiffens, and I know that he’s gonna cry. What should I do? I don’t know how to deal with this stuff.
“What?” I ask him, my eyes full of concern. “What kind of ‘sick’ are you talking about?”
“T-T-T…” He stammers, one tear runs his right cheek. “Tiffany has cancer.”

I suddenly remember Tiffany, he’s like my sister. I treat her like a sister. She’s only 10, and now, she’s suffering from cancer. I blink. This is not happening. But it is happening. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. A thousand no is running inside my head. She’s only a kid. She’s only a kid. Tiffany is only a kid. Tiffany is only a kid. Please God, don’t let this happen. I realize that my eyes are shut. “What stage?”
“Thi… Third… Third stage.” He says. “Her doctor says that she needs chemotherapy. She must, but Tiffany doesn’t like to do it. Mom asked the doctor if there’s another option, he said there is, but it requires a huge… huge money. But Tiffany doesn’t like it too. You know she’s a hard-headed girl. You know she is. What should I do bro? And, it’s not about the money. We don’t care about the money, the doctor said that they’re not sure if the fucking cancer in her brain will go out forever. Bro, what should I do? What should we do?” He’s rocking back and forth, tears running down on his cheek. He looks at the window, outside the window. He’s staring 1000 miles from here. He seems like he’s gonna break down, cry on the floor, and just hug it. I can feel that he wants to get mad to the whole world. I want too. But how could I blame it? Would the cancer be gone if I do that? Would it never come back? There are so many questions running in my head that I want to ask. Ask Him. Ask God. The question is, would he have some answers in my questions? Would he respond? My legs are numb I can’t move it. It feels like there are thousands and thousands of bees buzzing around my legs. God, if only I could help my friend. My best friend. I would. I’m gonna have to talk to her. “Just rest, bro. We’re gonna talk to Tiff. Okay? It will be okay. Everything is gonna be fine. Trust me. She will fight it. She will defeat the fucking cancer. Okay?” I say. “Okay.” He nods, and nods, and nods again. His brain is wandering somewhere and he’s still nodding at me. I quickly pat his shoulder and head outside. We go to his room and I acknowledge him to go to bed. “It will be okay. Tomorrow, there will be no classes. We will go home and talk to Tiff. Okay?” He nods and gives me a friendly smile. The smile that has a stronger effect on me. I smile back. “You know, you’re still a cry baby.” I mock him and he nearly laughs. I put my hand on his forehead and he shoves it and I laugh.
“You know, you’re still a bastard who is hot and think like a kid.” He says.
“Nice definition of me.” I beam. “Good night, you cry baby.”
“Good night bastard.” I turn off his light and head outside.