Falling For Coke

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

"Grace, Grace, Grace!" I say like a war chant.

"Bright, Bright, Bright!" Grace mimics me. "What, what, what?"

"Coke, Coke, Coke!" I yell frustratedly, twirling my hair around my fingers like I do when I'm agitated, which is really rare.

"He likes you, girl!" Grace exclaims, first to stop the war chant thing. "He just said it! What do you want? For him to unlike you?"

"Yes," I say kind of quietly.

Grace stares at me as if I'd decided to befriend Sophia Gardner, which is impossible.

"No," she says in awe. "You crazy lady, who would want that?"

"It's...it's..." I say hesitantly, trying to formulate a sentence. "It disturbs my peace and less-aggressiveness with Sophia and thus, making a complex triangle of confusing relationships, vengeance, and enemies!"

Grace doesn't even laugh like I expected her to. "What the hell? Have you swallowed too much salt water that made your brain go soggy?"

Whenever I get panicked, like really panicked about something, I tend to make my sentences in this formal and wordy way, like an English professor trying to sound smart. But the try-hard English professor gets laughed at because of his stupidity by his students. Usually, I'm the professor and Grace is the laughing student.

But now this is serious so Grace isn't really laughing. This is about who I'll be with and perform the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony with, someday.

Shoot, Bright, nobody says "Sacrament of Holy Matrimony" anymore. See what I mean?

"But, Grace," I say, trying to talk normally. "I...I can't."

"Rephrase the one you said earlier into a more understandable statement and there's a five percent chance I'll get you."

"I...I just want to be normal, okay? I just want to be with some guy no one will get jealous of. I just want to live without enemies who are jealous of who I've got and whatever!" I say hysterically.

"Sophia's the least of your problems," Grace says patiently and calmly, as if talking to a kindergarten child. "Just go with it. He likes you, you like him, kaboom! What does Sophia have against that."

I think I would never have made it through life this far without Grace. I fling my arms around her in a hug.

"OH MY GOD, GRACE! When did you become a junior psychologist?" I say happily.

She starts laughing hard. "Oh, shit. That was all it took to cheer you up?"

I smile sheepishly. "I guess."

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"Hi," I say cautiously, sitting down beside Coke. Today is our last day in the resort. I snag an omelette and toast.

Coke gazes at me, his blue eyes cracking with intensity. "Bright."

Sophia hasn't arrived yet. That's good.

"Y...yes?" I stutter, his beautiful blue eyes meeting mine.

"You know the thing that I said yesterday..." Coke begins, looking at me seriously. Part of me wants him to say, I take that back, I don't like you in that way, and the other half wants him to scream, Yes! What I said was true, I meant it. will you marry me?

"I really do like you, Bright. That's why I gave you the dress, that's why I chase you on the beach, that's why I pulled you into the hammock with me... I love your eyes, you're so pretty."

That just meant that he is clinically. Brain. Damaged. He thought I was pretty. I. Want. To. Curse. So. Badly.

"Um," I say, turning tomato red. "Uh..."

"Believe me, you are."

"So, uh, w...why was Sophia smiling at me when we met up in...in the Buffet Place?" I ask, remembering the triumphant smile she have me the day before yesterday.

Coke says it without beating around the bush. "She kissed me. On the cheek."

There. I should not be sad. They'd end up together and have little hotter babies.

"And...okay," I swallow, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. And then I do something stupid. I don't even get why I did it. Grace would kill me, but I think I'd do the right thing. "But-"

I get up, my legs having a mind of its own, stiffly standing. I don't even dare to face Coke so I look at the glass next to his plate.

And it's filled with Coke. He's everywhere.

"But I don't like you back. You...you should never had payed attention to me in the first place." I feel tears forming in my eyes. Before they even fall, I run out of the room, leaving my unfinished breakfast.

I quickly go back to the cottage, collecting my battered bag. Grace isn't here anymore, meaning she already headed to the breakfast place. I leave her a note:

Grace,

I'll meet you back in our apartment, OK? I'll take a taxi going back. Then I'll fill you in with the details later, assuming you don't murder me.

-Bright

I slip it inside her backpack and I hail a taxi in the taxi stand. My money is enough for a one way trip, at least.

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ARGH! I HATE YOU, BRIGHT! I HATE YOU!

NAH, I DON'T. I CREATED YOU, DUH.

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