The Art of Pen Flirting (#LunaEast)

7

“God, I’m giving up.” I said. I wanted to cry because of the layout.

“Your laptop is impossible,” I commented.

“I know…but we need this done by nine in the morning.”

“And it’s 4 f*cking forty-five,” I said, gulping my fifth cup of coffee.

“Oh God, I’m sorry but I’m giving up.” I said, banging my head on my study desk.

“No, don’t give up! I won’t because I love you!”

“Huh?” I stared at Esther who’s looking like a zombie now. We both do.

“I won’t give up in this layout because I love you and you love The Wolf’s Pen. I’ll do this for you.”

“Really, Esther. Please, take a rest. I’ll just take care of this tomorrow.”

“No, I will do this. After all, we entered this together.”

I smiled at Esther and hugged her.

“I love you, Esther so so so much!”

“I know, I know.”

We felt silence. It was another 15 minutes when Esther’s laptop went back to life after a brutal hanging.

“Macy, how’s your heart?” Esther suddenly asked. I stared around as if someone will hear me at my room.

“Broken and shattered to pieces,” I said and blinked, shocked by my own words. I don’t want to cry, not right now.

“Oh why do you always give up things for Lisa?”

“I’m just being a good friend,”

“By hurting yourself? Really?”

I just kept silent.

“Lisa’s one of the populars of school now. She’s also a model, she took your modelling offer. She joined the pageants you were invited in. Don’t you get tired of giving things away to Lisa?”

I remained silent. Esther knew me very well. I just didn’t answer.

“You even gave the boy you love away. Aren’t you tired of making Lisa shine?”

I looked at the template for the magazine’s layout.

“This is my spotlight, Estee.” I said, trying to change the subject. She stared at me in disbelief.

“The Wolf’s Pen is my spotlight, nothing else in the world and I want the layout done. Please, quit lecturing me and start.” I commanded.

“Okay, but you sleep. You need it.”

I shook my head.

“Sleep or I won’t do this?”

“Okay fine!” I wasn’t in the mood of arguing so I went to my bed. I keep on thinking of things even at bed.

Whenever I complain about Terrence giving me his work, he would say it’s my preparation for my year. By “my year” he meant I being the Editor-In-Chief next school year. He acts as like all those Luna East elites because he’s one. He’s cold, peevish with a sharp tongue, definitely a monster but girls of Luna East still like him. Oh, he’s on my mind again.

“Estee, please don’t mind me if I cry.” I said. When I looked at her, she was smiling sadly at me.

“No worries. I hope you sleep well.”

I rolled up the blanket and hugged one of my pillows. This is my second night to cry just because of a guy.