Forgetting Friday

"YES, it's Friday!"
All of us in the faculty room heard the loud declaration of the Math teacher, Mr. Kenneth Cruz, about how he loved Friday. Which he had been doing every Friday.
"Yehey! I can't wait until five so I could enjoy the night," said Clark, the one sitting next to Kenneth.
"Oh, I will definitely enjoy the night," Kenneth replied.
"Another lucky girl again, I see," the History teacher teased Kenneth. He was only given a bright smile reply by the Math teacher.
I exchanged look with Cindy, the PE teacher, and also my closest friend. We both knew what Kenneth meant. It meant that there would be a lucky girl who would spend a steamy night with the most handsome Math teacher of all time.
That girl would be lucky, yes, but not for long. She would end up crying when Friday ends.
Because Friday night was Kenneth's hook-up night.
It was known but it was only kept within the faculty room. Kenneth didn't seem to care much how we see about his hobby, though. And us, his colleagues, acted like we didn't care as well.
But we did.
We also know that any girl wouldn't mind wasting herself in exchange for a night with the gorgeous Math teacher.
Any girl.
Including myself.
I looked over at him and caught him looking straight at me. He then gave me a breathtaking smile and a wink.
I almost fell from my chair. It was the first time that he did those things to me. We had known each other for more than a year now but we only had been in a co-worker relationship.
Until yesterday.

IT WAS only him and I in the faculty room. He was busy checking some workbooks when I silently just sat there and day dreamed about him.
What would it felt like to kiss him? Would it be heavenly when we cuddle? Would he be a good lover in bed? I wished I knew.
"It's TGIF tomorrow," he said as he turned to look at me.
I got startled and tried to look like I hadn't thought about him being with me in bed.
"Yeah! I'm excited."
"Good for you," he commented like it was hard for him to say the words.
"And for you too! Who is the lucky girl?" I asked then suddenly regretted it.
I wasn't in the position to ask such things. We weren't closed that much.
He made a literal sad face which I found very cute.
"Well, there is no girl... yet."
I caught my breath when I saw that fiery expression on his face. He was directly looking into my eyes. I thought he was hypnotizing me. Or maybe, he WAS hypnotizing me!
"W-why don't you look for her?" It was hard for me to form a sentence.
He gave me a sensual smile I almost melt.
"There is no enough time."
"I-if you would look somewhere closer, you would find her."
What was I even saying?
He gently pushed his chair forward. Closer to mine. Really close. He then said huskily, "how close? Like this?"
My heart almost left my chest. I couldn't believe that Kenneth, my crush, was taking the life out of me.
We just stared at each other for a few seconds. Then he said something my heart wasn't prepared for.
"You are so pretty, Cherry. I would be honored and happy to be with you tomorrow."
I thought I said "yes" because he smiled widely and pinched my chin.
"Tomorrow then," he said and went back to his checking.

GOD! I couldn't wait for the time to pass so I could enjoy this very special night with my ultimate crush.
I tried to focus on my paperwork feeling excited about how my Friday would end with Kenneth.
I didn't mind what would happen to my heart afterwards. I just wanted to be with him.
I just loved the way he walks, talks, smiles, thinks, breathes-- everything!
I was too willing to hurt myself just for a night of one night stand.
"Enjoy, Cherry. But be careful," Cindy murmured.
I nodded. But I knew that just by agreeing to this alone was far from being careful.

AT 5:15, Kenneth and I drove to his apartment.
When we got there, he took my coat and hung it. He did the same to his coat. But he didn't finish there. He also took off his uniform top. And the shirt underneath it.
My eyes welcomed the beautiful flesh that was presented to me. I confirmed that Kenneth was one of the best art that the God had ever made.
Then I noticed a little tattoo on the left part of his chest. The letters spelled FRIDAY.
I got confused. I wanted to ask how deep was his love to that particular day of the week that he decided to imprint it to his body forever.
But I just let it passed when he asked me if I liked the place.
I gave some comments about the cleanliness and tidiness of the place. While doing so, I tried to suppress my urge to just grab him and take him.
I knew I had to be patient.
We then ordered pizza and some beers.
I felt so awkward at first. Well, sex was not that new to me. But the guy was Kenneth! The guy in my every wet dream.
After an hour of talking and drinking and laughing and admiring him, I noticed he had been drinking too much. As if he was trying to be really wasted.
"I really love Friday," he suddenly said looking at nothing.
"I know. You always say that all the time," I replied.
I wanted to add that I love Friday too, but only THIS one particular Friday. The Friday that it was me he was about to spend it with.
"Yeah," he said while face-palming. He was silent for a few minutes. I just thought the alcohol had gotten to him.
So I silently studied him.
Kenneth was an ideal man. He was intelligent, gentleman, hard-working and very charming. An every girl's dream.
My dream.
He could get any girl he wanted. Even me. And I would give myself to him over and over again if he would only ask.
But in the corner of my head, I silently hoped that the only Friday he would love is the Friday with me. Or better, the Fridays with me.
Maybe I was asking for too much. I was just a simple English teacher who had been crushing on him for a year. I couldn't say I'm pretty or sexy but definitely not ugly.
So at least, I had a bit of confidence tonight. Maybe, just maybe, he would spend this Friday and the other upcoming Fridays only with me-- forever.
"I love you, Kenneth," I murmured but I knew he didn't hear it. Deep inside, I knew I had to protect my heart from heartbreak. And I knew, he would break my heart.
He took a struggling breath. When he raised his head, his eyes were misty.
Suddenly, something happened in the mood of the room. Like it got blue, heavier, and colder.
He faced me. His eyes to my eyes.
He looked both so helpless and pained. I had never saw him being like that. He wasn't the happy Kenneth I knew that moment. It felt like that he was a sad, lonely, and pained version of Kenneth I knew.
I instantly got worried. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but he spoked first.
"I love Friday, Cherry. I always had and always will. But it hurts so much! So much that I wanted to erase this damn day because it only reminds me the name of the girl I lost. So help me forget about her, Cherry. The same help that the previous girls I hooked up with gave me. Please. Help me forget Friday."
After hearing that name, all of my hopes went shattered. My heart felt like it literally broke. My body suddenly became numb.
From that moment, I decided that TGIF was not for everyone.
Not for me.
That painful Friday night, I helped the guy I love to forget the girl he would always love-- Friday.