Snowdrops

Chapter 8: Chelsea

Chapter 8

Chelsea

Patrick Wale POV

"Baby, you look bored. Are you tired being with me?" I'm sitting here at the Rose cafe with Chelsea and her friends. She hold my hand and whispered in my ears. Honestly, I'm getting bored right now. Being with them, all they do is talked about the newest hairstyles, fashions, make-ups, celebrity gossips and the hot guys at school. If this continued, I guaranteed I'll never be surprised that I'll be a gay.

"I'm doing right babe." I weakly smiled at her. And put my right hand on her shoulder to hugged her and kissed her hair. I heard her giggle and I smiled and looked at her.

"I know your bored. I can see it in your eyes." she kissed me on my lips seductively and whispered again to my ears. "We can get out of here and had fun. Just two of us. If you want." she invitingly looked at me. We both stood up and left her friends. We heard some of them giggled and said "Oh no, it so early and you two will make out?" I didn't mind what they been saying all I want right now is to be with this desirable lady beside me.

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As we arrived at their house, Catalina their maid opens their front door for us. The moment we're inside their house. She seductively pulled me into her room. Kissing me passionately with her hands ruffling my hair, I struggled to reach the doorknob and tried to lock it. Our kisses deepen, I pushed her away and stared into her eyes. But the reflection I saw was Monica. I closed my eyes and kissed her again, now more intense than before. Begging her for an entrance so that my tongue can travel and taste the goodness of her. She moaned seductively as I bite her lips. I slowly pushed her back against the wall. I caressed her neck and started kissing her collarbone. As I started to go down, I felt her hands traveling to my torso. I looked up and saw Monica's face looking at me instead of Chelsea, I closed my eyes again and kissed her. She flinched at my sudden aggression but decided to go with my flow.

Even if I closed my eyes the image of Monica kept lingering inside my head. I had to stop. I can't continued doing this. I 'm cheating to Chelsea mentally and I know it's a sin. Do I really love Chelsea? Or is she just one of my toys? I gently pulled her away, and saw a flash of disappointment and confusion on her face.

I gave her an apologetic looked while brushing my hair with my fingers. "I'm sorry Chelsea." She panicked and hugged me tightly and force me to kiss her back. I snatched her hands away from me. She started to cry.

"Baby, please!" she said with a frighten tone and tears tracing down her face. I don't want to fool her anymore. I don't want to fool myself.

"Chelsea I can't do this, I have so many things going inside my head right now. I'm really sorry." I walked out of her room. The moment I closed the door, I heard loud sobs. It pained me a lot to hear it but I really need to go. I can't continued this.

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Steve called and asked me to meet up at the bar; I refused. I went straight at home and took a bottle of red wine at the cedar. Tonight I really need to drink.

I'm sitting at the balcony of my room when Mr. Dirk knocked on my door. "Sir, Mr. James is here. He wants to see you. Should I let him in?" I inhaled deeply before I answered.

"Let him in, Dirk." Even I refused him I know he'll to anything to be here specially if he needs someone to talk to. But I'm not in the mood. I have my own problems. Haaaa...

I heard some footstep coming in, "Dude, uhhhmm are you okay?" he carefully asked me. I just loudly exhaled. Letting him know that I'm not okay. He sat at the chair beside me and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Should I broke up with Chelsea?" I asked him. He just kept quiet and listened. "I'm just hurting her." I threw my head back and looked up at the dark sky full of stars.

"Is this related to the girl you have seen at the park?" he asked as heard a gulped of wine.

"Actually I don't know. I just felt guilty every time I saw Chelsea looking into my eyes. And every thing I sees is Monica." I admitted to him.

"So the mysterious girl of yours has a name." I kept quiet and he continued "you never been like this before dude. Do you like her?"

I was taking by surprised on what Steve had said, Do I like Monica? "I don't know. I just want to see her. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes... Seeing her always makes my day happier."

He nodded. "Do you still love Chelsea? Or maybe have you loved Chelsea?" He asked again.

I paused and closed my eyes, think what Steve had said. Do I still love Chelsea? She's important to me. She's been a big part of my life. She accepted me for who I am. She's always there for me. But do I still love her? Have I ever loved her? That questions that even I, don't know the answers.