Not Some Princess ✓

19. Acts

19

Acts

But what if I, what if I trip?
What if I, what if I fall?
Then am I the monster?
Just let me know
And what if I, what if I sin?
And what if I, what if I break? Yeah
Then am I the monster? Yeah
Just let me know, yeah
—Monster
Shawn Mendes & Justin Bieber

WHEN YOU go to the mall, make sure you stay away from your past. It can hunt you down and plague you like never before.

I entered the mall with a jolly mood since I was going to be in control this time with my shopping inclinations. Even though I hadn't shopped in ages. I had planned to just take what I had come for and leave. Evacuate. Depart.

That's it. That's all I was going to do.

When I arrived at the mall. Everything was all planned. Frankly, it was more of a curse with me nowadays. Anything that I planned didn't fucking happen and the things that I didn't intend they ensued like they were planned all along.

That's life, sweetie.

I had cheerfully parked my car in the mall parking lot, as cheerfully as you can park a car. And I was jovially swinging my car keys when my keys plunged from my hand and landed right into the drain. Like right through the dark, murky metal which is rendered in the most inapproachable way but yet made with sufficient space for the things that are not meant to fall in there to, well, fall in.

And my great mood faded in a matter of seconds.

After half an hour of pathetically trying to get my keys, I decided to just take out my screwdriver and get on with it. Down went my trying not to break public property and came in my desperate need to get acquainted with my keys again. So, I opened my purse, took out my screwdriver and within five minutes I had a smelly hand with my smelly keys on it in front of me. My proud smile wouldn't have been missed.

And so I, with a new spirit decided to give another shot to my day and after washing my hands and keys until my hands were wrinkled and my keys a shade lighter.

And guess who decided to show up?

The President?

Nope.

The top model?

Nah.

Stefan?

Yes.

Stefan who?

Stefan, who hates my guts.

Stefan, from high school.

Stefan, who wanted more.

And I, who didn't.

And now, Stefan, my archenemy.

I sighed.

I might or might not have egged his car and broken up with him in front of our entire high school.

And if that was not enough, the reason why I did it was heartbreaking in itself.

Because he had said 'I love you' to me in front of everyone. Everyone wore T-shirts and had balloons. There might have been a message on the sky as well.

He was a fan of the high school musical, that might have inspired it.

Needless to say, I wasn't expecting it at all. And rather resented him for ruining my 'perfect' friendship by complicating it by love. He thought I had gone bananas.