The Reason Why

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

My head was spinning so fast that I couldn’t think anything but Chris coming here to my house. I must go to somewhere else to escape this dinner barbecue. I looked at my clock. It’s 5.00.  Claire. I should call her. No, no. She’s occupied already. How about Brandon? I texted him.

Me: Brandon, do you have any plans this evening.

Brandon: Uh yeah. I gotta do some part time jobs at Clark’s. Why?

Me: Nothing. Thanks by the way.

Brandon: Ok.

I blew my fringes. I sat on my bed. Why is everyone so busy these days? I’ve tried to call my other friends, Mike and Sharon but they won’t pick it up. I flashed back the events that happened this morning, getting the images of Chris’ face pulled into different expressions all at once. I sunk my head into the pillow that I held in my arms. I can’t face him. I cannot meet those emerald eyes that hardens and suddenly melted into a pleading look. What will I say to him? How I will face him? What did he think of me?

And oh, what an embarrassing sight of him chasing me through the court! People will start to talk about us and interfere with our private lives with those tormenting gossips. They’ll think we’re some sort of lovebirds who were madly in love that have some serious problem going on between us. Dang.

I let my head stay in its position. I stopped thinking, giving myself a break. I didn’t know for how long I stayed like that. I was feeling really miserable right now and I only want some quiet time. Silence is one of my best options to mull over my thoughts. They did not give you advice or yells at your ears for being such a jerk. They just give you what exactly you need: time. Time really fixes things. That’s what I like being silent.  

I did not realize that I fell asleep in that position until I heard the clatters of spoons and plates being prepared. I checked the time. Ugh way to go Kim. You just passed one hour sleeping. Then one hour more, Christopher will invade your house.

I jumped to my feet, slamming my bathroom’s door closed as I washed my face and taking some wee. Why did I mentioned it anyways? As I finished freshening myself, I snatched my long-sleeved salmon top and hastily wore my cream jeans.

I checked my face in the mirror. My eyes were puffy since I came from school. It’s really a bummer when people discovered you just cried. It’s like they stepped over your private space by saying this stupid question “Did you cry?”  though they knew you did.  I applied some powder and a light blush here and there so that I look fresh plus eyeliners to hide my swollen eyes. I finished applying the make up by giving the final touch of strawberry lip balm. I guess a bit of fruity flavor will improve my moods.

I walked out of my room with a handbag slung over my right shoulder. I tiptoed down the stairs. The front room’s door was left open and the light was on. The smell of grilled meat was floating in the air, coming from my backyard. I slipped silently into my moccasins that were waiting in front of the living room door. When I was about to escape the house, a voice startled me.

“Kimberly?”

I froze in my tracks. Okay, take a deep breath. Fake a smile. Fake a smile. I turned my self slowly toward the source of sound. “Mom!” I flashed my fake smile.

“Where are you going?” She demanded while her hands landed on her hips.

Uh oh. Not a good sign.

“Um...I’m just gonna grab some books at the library!” I motioned the road with my thumb.  Shucks. Really? Library? I’m a hilarious liar. “There is this school assignment and...um...”