MY SPOILT BRAT

15

Eric

She said she loves me. She really said it. I couldn't believe it. Danielle loves me?
And she was bold enough to tell me!
But I freaked out! I fcking freaked out like the idiot I am!
I couldn't even form a single word. One fcking word!

I slammed my fist on the stirring wheel as I drove home. My car swerved here and there once in a while, but I didn't care in the least.
My heart was racing like never before.

What is wrong with me!
Should I go back?
F ck I don't even know what to tell her.

Tell her how you feel you moron.

How do I feel?

How did I feel about her?

A girl I once saw nothing but flaws in.
A girl whose personality is so different from mine.
A girl I swore I could never grow to like.

Now,

Was I in love with her?

Shit! I can't be.

I have a f cking girlfriend and I can't be in love with someone else.

This wasn't the plan.

Falling for her wasn't part of the plan at all.

I couldn't dare be in love with her for so many reasons.

I was suppose to be helping her focus, not distracting her.

I was such a hypocrite.

Maybe it was best I stayed away from her.

Shit no way!

I grabbed the stirring will tighter as the thought of staying away from Danielle made me shiver.

I looked at the street signs.

F ck where the hell was I ?

I had been driving absentmindedly, lost in my thoughts and now I didn't know where I ended up.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

By the time I got home , it was about 11pm. I was exhausted. I had spent thirty minutes trying to find my way home. And during that thirty minutes, I was able to admit to myself one thing.

I had feelings for Danielle.

Feelings I had subconsciously ignored before tonight.
However, Danielle's confession brought all these suppressed feeling out from their hiding place.
And now they were like demons messing up my mind.

Demons I knew I had to put back in their cage.

I met Ana and my mom sitting in the living room.

I barely muttered a "hey" and walked right past them, to my room.

I slumped backward on my bed and covered my face with my palm.

I was so screwed.

My hands were still on my face when I heard someone come in and then sit on the bed beside me.

"Eric." Ana said softly.

I didn't respond.

She touched me gently.

"Eric. What's going on?" I could hear extreme worry in her tone.

I didn't want to hurt her.

I couldn't hurt her.