Falling For Coke

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

After paying the happy cabbie who worked hard on earning that much cash from me, I trudge to the apartment, my nose clogged from crying.

I did it.

Why did I do something soooo stupid?

Before I ever met Coke, I would never have talked so staight, so firm to someone else besides Grace and my parents in my life. He changed me. He made me stronger. But why am I guilty? I'm not even officially with him so...

I swing the door open, and flop onto the couch while waiting for Grace.

Before I know it, someone is shaking my shoulder frantically.

"BRIGHT!" A loud voice yells.

"I...don't...wanna...wakey."

"BRIIIIGHT! WAAAKE UUP! WAKE UP!"

And then my brain wakes up. It's Grace yelling at me.

"Whadappened?" I ask, still a little groggy.

"NO, YOU TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH COKE BACK IN SKIPPING STONES! WHAT YOU DID BACK THERE WAS ABSOLUTE SHIT. WHAT. THE. HELL HAPPENED?"

"I," I start. I sigh and fill her in with the whole story.

"We talked it out already, didn't we? What happened? Didn't you say you agreed with me?" she shouts, agitatedly.

"Yeah, yeah, okay."

And Grace is surprised by my calm answer. "Sooo...you don't care."

"I do!"

"Whatever. I guess little hot babies isn't gonna happen. Alex is coming tomorrow." Grace beams as she says her boyfriend's name.

Alex studies in Cambridge in UK. He's a genius. I don't even know how his brain works, but it's really just like that. Plus, he's super cute, in this geeky way.

Grace is overjoyed in seeing him again, aside from all her total of 10,157 Skype messages with him for the month. Yes, Grace counts them. She's strange.

And after thinking of Alex and Cambridge and Skype, I almost forget about Coke.

Almost.

* * * * *

"ALEX!" Grace calls enthusiastically after spotting her boyfriend.

"Tell Alex to hurry up. I'm getting squished from all sides," I grumble struggling away from a sumo sized guy who I think has never heard of the word 'deodorant'.

A young man appears, with dirty blond hair sticking out in all directions and intelligent blue eyes behind the big frames of his glasses. His hand is in his pocket, he's smirking at the sight of Grace. He rolls his red suitcase towards my best friend.

"Hey," he says in his very slight British accent that mixed pleasantly with his American one.

Grace giggles. "Long time, no see."

And then they start kissing each other so fiercely, it looks like they're eating each others faces. I look away, concentrating on the deodorant-less sumo guy.

First of all, seeing them, um, doing that, it disgusts me. And second, it makes me jealous. And I've never fell like this before.

Shoot you, Coke.

Arm around Grace's waist, Alex walks over to me as if he just noticed me only now. "Hello, Bright."

I shrug. "Hi."

Grace sighs in a very dreamy manner. It was so un-Grace-ish.

"Let's go, guys," I say flatly.

Alex wrinkles his nose and gives Grace a charming smile. "Yes. Deodorant does not exist in this place."

Back in the apartment, Alex unpacks his stuff. He'd be sleeping in Grace's room. We head down to grab a quick burger in McDonald's.

It's not my or Grace's shifts today so one of our co-workers takes our orders.

"A three double cheeseburgers please. Three small fries. A Sprite, orange juice and Co-" I pause.

And He Who Shall Not Be Named.

"-And another Sprite," I say firmly.

"Is that it, Bright?" Julie, one of the nicest co-workers we have says, furiously tapping at the touch screen cash register.

"Yep, Julie," I say back, handing her the money. I turn to Grace and Alex who are making out beside me. "My treat, guys."

They ignore me. Duh.

And my brain starts imagining what would happen if me and Coke were in Grace's and Alex's place.

Ugh, Bright. Stop it!

And then I think, what's it like to kiss him?

Stop. It.

Argh! I can't. I can't stop thinking about those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes, the color of the ocean. And his hurt expression when I ditched him. I couldn't stop.

But I have to. No choice.

But maybe, there are still choices. Who knew?

Maybe I could visit him. That's it. I will and maybe just work out our relationship as friends. I would end this mess and get on with my life.

Adios, regret.

I say a quick good-bye to Grace and Alex, telling them they needed a little quality time together. Carrying my burger and Sprite, I hail a taxi to Coke's condominium.

Oh, wow.

I crane my neck to look at the tall, 50 floored building made up of all glass. The cabbie whistles lowly.

"That's some house you've got there," he tells me.

"T...that's not..." I stammer. No, I will not stammer in front of a taxi driver. "That's not my home."

He drives us around a fountain and drops me off after I pay.

I head inside the polished lobby towards a concierge. "Um, what unit is Cole Harrington in?"

The concierge stares at me. "You are looking for Mr. Harrington?"

I start getting impatient. "Yes."

She scans through a few papers. "But he left."

I stare at her blankly. "He...left? Where?"

"To the airport. One o' clock flight."

My throat starts turning dry. "To where?"

"He just rented a unit here. He doesn't live in this building. He's studying in UK, Cambridge," she supplies. "Wait, are you a relative?"

"A...a friend." My heart sinks like a brick. Down, down, to the deepest part of me. "Well...t...thank you, anyway."

I trudge down the shiny marble steps.

He's gone.

Gone.

I didn't even get to say bye.

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