Emily:"That party had a lot of good looking hunks, we should go there often girl and get over him already. Look I'm sure that guy who offered you a drink seems interested in you.
"I don't know Emily. I'm just not ready to mingle again. Thank you for letting me have a wonderful time but.."
I sighed, hands fidgeting while looking outside the glass window. What happened months ago scarred me and changed my perspective of being romantically involved with a guy. I noticed Emily's quick gaze at me before turning around to drive and take a U turn.
"This isn't working for me"
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(5 months later)"Again,One Minty mocha for the name Heidi!"
Damn I spaced out! I hurriedly went over to the counter and apologized for the cashier. The impatient tone on her made me panick but this time was different. Her gaze was like a killer's bullet. I guess I understand the fact that working on a busy cafe was just a lot of work and tough to deal with. Yeah she's not having a bright day.
I scooped the beverage and brought it to the left corner table near the glass window. I come here often to draw, write and sometimes take out my frustration by being myself and reading a good ol book.
Yep, I'm the typical type of nerd who just stay indoors reading books and doing indoor hobbies. And also yeah, I do wear my eyeglasses all the time with a matching long sleeves and jeans.
I'm Heidi Cohan and I'm a 19 year old who still lives with her parents. I don't hate it I love being around with them. But the fact that they're overprotective of me is nothing to be ashamed of. I guess...haha...Sipping my mid cold beverage, my eyes wandered around the place and landed on something outside. No, specifically, it was something that reminded me of him and that day where it all ended.
An arcade.
Richard Peterson, the gamer who I once fell in love with. See, he was sweet, caring, loving and most of all, romantic. He may not cook well or sing a good song on our anniversary but, he had his charms..he had his way on making my heart fall for him deeply, and I did. He and I had known eachother since the first day of sixth grade. He used to be a bully to anyone but not once had he bullied me. I was a fatty back then and I have to admit I still have the chubs in me. He would..protect me whenever I received a bad name from other people. He'd be there whenever I was alone. He was the reason why I pursued a lot of things rather than being lazy.
He was my first dance, my first kiss, my first love... And my first heartbreak.
In every arcade, he'd always bring me to witness his accomplishments. And there I was with him at his side, watching him smiling and happy. Winning was his game. He hated loosing. When he does, he turns cold and a whole different side.
One day, he brought me to the arcade and did the same routine. But it wasn't what he expected. A guy namesd Seth beat him in the tournament and that made him upset. And then days turned weeks, weeks turned months. He lost all his betting money to Seth.
He wanted revenge. His determination of winning over everything was getting into our relationship. I tried to wake him up from his senses, but he never listened. That wasn't the Richard I knew. And right there infront of me, infront of people in the arcade witnessed it all. He grabbed Seth's girlfriend by her waist and kissed her lustfully. Gorping her breast and the girl in his hands made a soft moan. Seth was furious. Everyone around us started cheering, surrounding them like I wasn't there. I didn't know what to do that time. It's like time stopped. Everything around me seems like a blurr. Mixed feelings rushed over my veins that I fled, running back to the house where I once felt safe. Luckily my parent's were on a date that day, and I couldn't believe I wanted to take my own life just because he replaced me. That the man who I dreamed to have a future with was not the man I knew anymore.All his sweet romantic gestures before were all lies...
"Ugh! What the hell man! That thing is fucking hot Dumbass!"
I turned over to see what's all the commotion about. A tanned guy with jet black hair, neatly wearing a cool sunglasses ,a white t shirt with matching black leather jacket , denim jeans and a blackboots just dropped his coffee to a man who look's like he's working on some company. The man who dropped his coffee apologized sincerely to the business guy.
"What are you going to do about this fucker? You can't possibly afford this designer's tux worth of $XXX,XXX"
"First of all..."
The guy with the jet black hair said."I have a name, It's Skyler Fraux William III. Now does that ring any bell to you? Now before that. The way you just acted rude and reckless infront of Me, you refused to accept my willingness to help and my Sincere apology. Now--"
Skyler was interrupted by the grumpy lady at the counter a while ago telling them that what their doing is causing a ruckus on their cafe.
But no, the bitchy business man was being a pain in the ass and started ranting about the stain.
My mind had enough of that man bitch ranting about whatever he wants but I ain't sitting around and listen to him. I was in full on rage. How could he still talk like that when Skyler already apologized?!
Now, I didn't know what gotten in to me but I got up in my seat, grab my beverage opening its lid and walked towards them. I can feel the audience stare at me as well as Skyler's confusion behind me. I raised my hand holding the cup above the rude business man and poured my minty mochaa beverage on him. His jaw dropped and I honestly think his reaction was priceless. I grabbed Skylers right arm and said,"Don't waste your apoligies and time on this man, he's nothing but an inconsiderate old hag who's brain is a complete crap."
Holy sh*t what had I gotten myself into...

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Mae Effugium
RomanceThis is mae euffugium, writing my own short stories with twists, poems and just writing all what I feel here. I'm not quite sure when's the due date to update but hey I'm human too I ain't no robot. But whenever I'm inspired, I write it all in here...