Detour

4: Bitter Goodbyes

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR?"

"Okay. You're overreacting Vince, it's still a hair." I don't know how many times I should say this to convince them i'm not bald. I was just walking down the hallway when he pulled down my hoodie and there, he shocked himself.

"Hair." He pinpointed my hair and laughed. God, I'm gonna miss that. "That's a girl's hair? Jess, you're not going to a military mission right? I know you're flatchested but—OUCH!"

"VINCE!" I blushed and sighed at the same time after I hit him with my backpack. "Shut up. Look, I'm just here at school because I need to fill these papers up—" He snatched it from me and read it. "Hey that's mine!"

"I never said it's mine—what is this—" His words were cut short after he identified what he's holding. "A Visa? What for? You're leaving, huh? Where?" His eyes were fixed on me and I can't move for a second and I don't want to talk about it now so he, by the name of BEST FRIENDS and HOLDING HANDS, he pulled me by my wrist and took me to the nearest bench.

Yup. He's doing this everytime he wants a straight conversation.

It's been two days since I cut my hair and not coming to school because mom and I are processing for my departure. Everything's almost settled and I just need these papers to get signed by our headmaster so I can officially leave. Too unlucky for me, I never really expect my farewells will be this early—now that he sees my Visa and he's being an ass.

Since i'm already here, I might as well say my farewells. "Vince..." I'm leaving you. I can't dread the days you'll be with her again and I'll came broke again so I need to fix this. "Yeah. I'm leaving." I forced a smile.

THAT SHITTY SPEECH.

He looked at me as if I'm the only girl he sees, or so I thought. "And why is that?" He rummaged through the pages I needed to get signed by our principal. "It's nearly summer Jess, I thought we'll have our summer vacation together," he paused and that's wonderful in my ears but, "or with Therese."

GUNSHOT.

Of course it'll be always Therese. Of course it'll be always WITH Therese. The three of us are just best friends in this world right?

You're such a fool for hoping your best friend can hit his other best friend after the other! I disgust myself!

This should've never happened in the first place. Last two years of being with Vince doesn't felt like this, like—let's hang out with Therese every fucking day Vince, I don't mind. But now, I'm so overreacting that I totally hated myself. I totally hate everytime my heart starts beating wild whenever he's around, or nearing me. I hate it how I can't stop admiring my best friend. I hate it how I always found myself hurting with every words and actions he's showing me when I deeply knew it's not what I think it is.

It's time to wake up.

"Vince, I wish I could you know, I wish I could stay a bit longer." But I just can't let myself get trampled up all over again can't I? "But hey, it's summer! You and Therese can have the best summer without me. C'mon, that's why I'm here today Vince because I want to tell you that." I bit my lip for a bit. He looked confused. "I personally want to say goodbye—"

"Personally?" He smirked, "You personally want to say goodbye? If I haven't collided with you in the hallway, do you even have plans to tell me about this?"

"Of course!—"

"Right. After you pack your things. Or after I'll find out you're not in your house anymore—"

"I'm not like that!—"

"You always tend to run away from your problems, don't tell me what I knew."