That day, after I caught him cheating again on me, my enthusiasm with our relationship was getting lost. It just happened that I felt it naturally, the spark between us was eventually disappeared. As for me, it's already more than enough. I came to the point that I got already tired of him. He exceeded to my patience and understanding in which I got already messed up.
"Hey, are you alright?"
I plainly smile to Thea while I was taking my things from my locker. The break time was about to end any moment from now when I decided to visit my locker first so that I would also know what's in there.
"What's that? A love letter?" Thea directly took the card inside my locker when she stood beside me. Her locker was just few lockers apart from mine, and I took a little bit long because of these stuffs given to me.
There were many cards, chocolates and flowers inside my locker, but this card that Thea noticed was something different from all the cards because of my name all over the front page on a stationary paper. Due to her curiosity, she opened it hurriedly.
"Dear Alesha," Thea uttered as she started reading the letter. Right away, I stopped her doing that when the bell rang.
"Why? It may seem so interesting to know!" Then she chuckled. I did not respond but I just took the card from her and inserted it in one of the books I was carrying.
We went together back to our room. It's almost exact of our arrival because our English teacher was already there. I just sat down, put my things on the desk and sighed.
"I want to remind you that your examination will be this coming Thursday, so study smart and prepare yourself," Mrs. Montalban started to speak up. She paused for a while when she noticed me on my seat, then she glanced at him for a while. "Anyway, before we start our next lesson, I want to be clarified about what happened yesterday. Remember, I am your guidance counselor and some students reported about it to me."
I deeply sighed and looked away.
Hanky and I were classmates since when we were Grade 7. He was really my crush from then on. He became popular in our campus when he was discovered to be a good dancer at the same time a great singer. And now, he's the leader of the well-known boy group not only in campus but also all over the city, which is popularly known as Boylight.
I was a typical nerd back then when I was in Grade 7. I remember I have no single friend because of my status here in school. That's the time I realized to myself that appearance really matters to people. If you're beautiful, then there woud be a big tendency that you have more friends. But like me? Wearing thick and classic eyeglasses, naturally born with curly hair and with brown skin, and no guts in putting lipstick on my pale lips. I was so awkward-looking back then that I wear classic clothes because that's my style, a little bit chubby, and no sense of humor.
Being a nerd and a loner, I dreamed to be somebody else. That's why I slowly changed myself so that Hanky would notice me. And the long story went on.
My consciousness hit me when Mrs. Montalban requested us to go to her office after our class. So during our class dismissal, I fixed my things on my desk before putting it on my bag. I went to the girls' restroom first so that I could refresh myself. I want to make sure that I'm more gorgeous than that bitch. She's nothing but just an itchy and slut.
Perfect! I have so much beauty to show.
I directly went to the office and I waited there for almost an hour for Hanky just to start the counseling. Mrs. Montalban was already out of patience and complaining because he took so long for the bitch to fetch in.
Argh! That bitch was really feeling important.
The whole time we were in the guidance office, my mouth was already silent after I explained everything what happened. They betrayed me. He cheated on me. Both of them were forced to ask for apology from me but deep in my heart, I know they didn't mean the sorry.
After the counseling, I first went out from the office so that I could go home early. For sure, my personal driver was already waiting for me. While I was on my way, I was thinking about his reason why he did that. He said that it was just a temptation because he got really stressed from me. How lame his ecxuse was!
I was about to go out now from the school gate when Thea approached me suddenly.
"Hey, why not join us, right girls?" With a wide smile on her face, she's very confident that I would really go with them.
I smiled at her and nodded.
It's already 9 in the evening, and we were still in the club, with these people yelling and dancing in the midst of rock music. We're still wearing our uniforms while partying. It's been two hours when I texted my driver that he would not be able to fetch me because I was in my classmate's house, doing our project to be submitted tomorrow. But the truth was, everything was all about liquors and smokes.
"Hey Alesha, one shot again?" Thea offered me one glass of beer, I don't know how many times I drank it but it really satisfied me as of the moment. I wanted to experience to be drunk. I wanted to temporarily forget the pain and hurt I felt.
"Come on Alesha, enjoy the night!" She pulled me out from the couch to the midst of the dancing guys. All of us were already on the dance floor, partying with these strangers who also wear their uniforms from their schools.
The yells, shouts, the rock music, hundreds of conversations simultaneously, the smokes from cigarettes and the smell of liquors -- everything was good. I was starting to appreciate it.
After couple of minutes partying, we went back to our seats. I noticed that Thea and her friends looked at me with something to ask.
"Yes? Did I do something wrong?" I asked them, and they looked at each other with a shy smiles.
"We can't believe you're really good at dancing most especially if drunk," the other one said.
"And you know what, some guys there know you. How I wish I would be famous then like you. Anyway, what happened earlier in the guidance office, Alesha? What's your plan now?"
I smiled fake and sighed.
"Everything was all right. He and that bitch asked sorry. Does everything should be all right then? How I wish his sorry would justify all pains and jealousy I felt."

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THE OLD ME BACK
Teen FictionGoing back to the start, how hard is it to do to make things right?