First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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Sa pagkakaalam ko, hindi naman masama ang lasa ng tea na ginawa ko. Oo, alam kong hindi yun perpekto pero hindi ko alam kung ano ba ang nagawa kong hindi maganda.
Nagmamadaling umalis si Kyson sa apartment ko na para bang hindi na siya makapaghintay na makaalis. Nangyari yun dalawang linggo na ang nakaraan at hindi na siya bumalik pa dito. Noong gabing yun, at nang mga sumunod pang gabi, parati na lang may party sa apartment niya.
I used the iPod he left me and, luckily, it worked. I was able to sleep, and only occasionally did loud banging on the ceiling wake me; it made things rattle in my apartment. Other than that, I was okay.
I stood at my door for an hour last night trying to work up the nerve to open it and go upstairs to see Kyson.
Maybe I should apologize for something, but I didn't know what that would be.
I had made sweet tea. He had liked it and gotten our plates. Then . . . then he suddenly left. I had thought it was odd, but I believed him that he was running late and hadn't noticed the time.
But he didn't come back the next evening. And after a week had gone by, I knew it had to be me. I hadn't gone to his apartment to face him because I couldn't stand it if he was disgusted with me.
I shouldn't have let him get too close.
I shouldn't have gotten comfortable with him.
I had been ridiculously excited about my sweet tea. He had shown me how to make it, and that batch had been my third attempt. I was so sure I had gotten it right.
So I let my guard down, and I was me. He had seen me. That was the only thing it could be. I let him see me, and what he saw sent him running.
It was stupid.
I should have known better, but Kyson made me feel different. I wanted to trust him, and because I wanted it so much, I had.
Stupid girl.
"Nakasimangot ka na naman? Third time this week I showed up to see your smiling face and it wasn't what greeted me."
I snapped my head up to see Lucas standing in the doorway with a white bakery bag. He looked concerned. Why did he keep coming around?
