Chapter 33

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Chapter Thirty Three


On the look out

Tomorrow the school starts again after the long Holidays. I dreaded going to school and see him in person. Despite knowing that he destroyed his car few days ago which by the way was featured in the news that morning, I still didn’t have the proper feeling to think about forgiving him.  Charles was smirking when he saw the foolish scene he made. We can see Tara in the television supporting her wasted brother who was guarding his side. The reporter says he was thrown meters away when the car exploded. But he is okay and just suffered a massive body pain.  I remember panicking when I heard that explosion on the other side of the phone when he called me. The panic I felt was such I was tempted to drive there to see if he was okay. That thought alone made me realize I still have feelings for him. Of course I still have, it wasn’t even a month since the disastrous breakup. It’s only normal to react like this, concerned with his well being. I know we drifted apart but it doesn’t mean I stopped caring about him. Maybe someday I will stop…if I won’t forgive him of course. But not this early…it will take time….or not at all.

The snow is still falling outside of my window as I savor the warm of my bed and my thick comforter. I was lazy at the moment to get up and have my light breakfast. In spite of the passing days I still didn’t feel like filling my stomach. My appetite too seems in vacation at present. I can feel my weight dropping, my waist line said it so. The skinny jeans I owned fits perfectly before but now I needed belt to secure it. I tried eating believe me but after one or three bites I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m not anorexic just to be clear, but more like my stress level was so high I couldn’t seem to function well. 

I heard voices downstairs and the opening of the door, footsteps climbing the stairs made me frown who the early visitor is. My door flew open and Marty’s scowling face faces me, seconds later Erin came standing beside her.

“Get your lazy bum up, we are going to have a mall day the three of us. We needed girls bonding and you are coming” Marty fumed, pulling my comforter away from my warm-craving body.

“It’s too early girls” I groaned, tugging my sheet back.

“It’s already one in the afternoon! We’ve been calling and sending you messages for what like thirty minutes now. Now come on or we will drag you to the bathroom and drench you with ice cold water” Marty threatened furiously.

“What did I do to have a friend like you?” I grumbled as I sit up in defeat and took my towels in my bathroom.

“I love you too and shower fast!” she shouted behind the door. I can hear Erin snickered at the demanding Marty.

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Okay, it’s really a bad idea getting out of my lazy-day-coma which includes cuddling with my pillow and being wrapped with my thick blanket like a cocoon. Seeing the mall crowded with noisy giggling people with their arms carrying several paper bags is just a sight worthy of not seeing again. In some day I can deal with the chaos of the mall, but I am still having withdrawals of my worst-ever-relationship-situation. One simple thing that I didn’t like flipped me overboard, and I start glaring to whoever offender it is.

“Sorry ma’am she didn’t take her medicine earlier,” Marty apologizes to a senior citizen that was giving me a frightened look. When the lady and her husband moved away, Marty gave me a pointed glare. “Will you stop the PMSing attitude Sum? Come on help me find a good dress to wear tomorrow” she snapped, grabbing me unceremoniously to drag my scowling face toward the area where Erin was checking out three sundresses like summer will suddenly returns tomorrow. I wanted to tell her how ridiculous she is right now because of her choices – summer is like months away and according to the news winter season will last until March, so good luck to her. Then I thought about it, god… I am a horrible person for even being mean to her. I mean I can’t help myself, with him still hunting my mind no wonder everything I see makes me react like a crazy irritable person.

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