My Secret Crush

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[This chapter has been revised and edited from the original chapter]

AISLING POV

There is this thing called "jogar fora" in Portuguese.

it's the same as trash.

I have a list. Anyone who is hell bent on making my life excruciatingly unbearable. There is this can which serves as a place to discard waste materials.

When I say waste materials I'm talking waste materials as in humans whose father condom failed while he was doing it with their mother.  I can imagine how much better my life would have been if their father had just pulled out.

Congratulations Brian, you just gain yourself a spot on that list topping the almighty bitch, Tasha Brown.

Rewind to the moment I pass out. I was absolutely right when I predict I will end up hospitalized. I was, except it was in a clinic and I'm actually fit to go home.

"Thank you for the ride" I shut his car door.

"It's no problem just be sure to take your drug." I force a smile which he returns with a genuine one before driving off. BTW that was Zayn Steinfield.

I still had this feeling of revolt. It's a really bad day. I tell you.

Like a drunkard, I stagger into my driveway. I will blame this on the drugs.
......"Its been a long day without you my friend
...And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again."

I sang on top of my lungs fiddling with my house key. Mrs Potter, my lonely old neighbor eyes me with pity probably thinking am twatted.

"I'm okay!!"
That sounds like something a drunk person would say.

I wasn't okay because I was having a hard time trying to open the damn door for ages.
You remember when I said I give up easily. Well this is one of those times. I give up relaxing my back comfortably on the door.

I reach the door handle for support. It's too late. The door fly open and I fall backwards preparing myself for impact with the floor.

I fell to the ground. "Christ!" I hiss in agony screaming at top of my lungs. "Did your momma not teach you not to open the damn door!"I scream.

"Uhh I'm sorry.." Her eyes dart around in confusion. Trying to understand my sentence.

I nod realizing how stupid I sound. Even to my own ear I didn't make any sense. "I-- I-- Just forget it and help me stand up" I command.

"You should be careful next time." She stretch her hands out to help me.

"I know" I reply dusting my butt. My eyes widen and my jaw drops. It's almost like Mrs. Awareness just slapped me in the face making Mr. Oblivious disappear ASAP. Whatever that meant. It's like hitting my butt is making me say impossible things.

"Emily?!" I shriek. I reach to poke her and I realize that was a really bad idea. But then the deed was already done. "Wow" I say breathlessly. "What happened to you?" I blurt out the first thing I think instead of taking time to construct a coherent sentence. Damn brain!.

What happened to the Emily with the Kardashian sister's killer body. She drowned in the pool of heartbreak. For the record, It wasn't me who said that.

"I will see you around Aisling."  She feign a smile and this is nothing like the ones we used to share when she was still with Max. This is the kind of feign smile you give when you're hurting inside and you're trying to convince people you are fine outside.