Three weeks had passed and I can finally say that my life became peaceful than ever. Well, not really since not having enough money for the stuffs I need to buy is stressing me out. Though, my friends are always there by my side and can immediately hand me a $10,000 when I ask for it... I'll never do that. I did not befriend them just because they're filthy rich or whatever.
It's just that, they’re the only ones who accepted me for who I was despite my family background.
I’m not rich, I was just thankful I could work my ass off even when I’m studying that’s why I can still feed myself. My parents were already old when they had me; being responsible was one thing they made sure of when I grow up. I wasn’t much of a nuisance… minus the anger management issues, I’m pretty fine to handle.
"Are you fine, Kath?" Sophie asked and put her ball-point pen down on the wooden table. I sighed and grabbed one oreo from its pack
Seriously, I don't know what to do with my life anymore.Weeks had passed (again), and the summer class will end this week, thank God. But I seriously can't concentrate knowing that Drey's always following me around. I don't even know why! Is he even thinking about what his girlfriend would feel? If I was his girl--Oh, what the hell Kath.I've also been trying to find a decent job all over Brampton but I couldn't find any cafes or restaurants that may accept me... except Red Velvet's. But I can't apply! Knowing that I've had done so many crazy and awful things in that cafe."You know Kath. Just come back to Rique's cafe," Mila said as she chooses a drink from the vending machine. "I'm sure that Rique will accept you.""But are you sure that he'll treat me well?" I said and took a sip from my coffee."He likes you," Mila said. I rolled my eyes heavenwards."Like me? Come on, Mila," I said."He just can't show it to you properly, Kath,"
Again and again. Another day of Mission Impossible: Try to ignore Drey--not.Why will I ignore the guy who just gave me oreos yesterday and made me cry?Please notice the sarcasm, I'm begging."Hey, Kath." Sophie nudged my arm and pulled my hair. I glared at her and grabbed the can of Lays she's holding. "Hey, that's mine!" she hissed.I rolled my eyes heavenwards, "who cares?" I said and ate 3 pieces of Lays at the same time."Ugh," Sophie groaned and stood up. "Come on, Kath. If you have a problem then tell it to me." I closed my eyes and sighed.I don't have a problem.I have problems.Singular differs from plural words, that's why."Kath." Sophie sat beside me again and sighed. "Okay, if you don't wanna tell, then don't. Don't force yourself, just remember that, we're here. Okay?" She smiled.I took a deep breath in and smiled, "okay," I said."Oh, I need to go," she said as she checks her phon
The summer class has ended a day ago, but still, the pain hasn't. Things are getting absurd and I really don't like what's happening to me.And us.If I just didn't meet that guy that life could be much easier for me.But destiny makes its way to ruin my life."Just one more day," I said to myself. Of course. Just one more day of freaking pain and I might just burst out.Good thing the summer class has ended and all I need to do is to work at Red Velvet's the following day.I took a deep breath in and entered my room. It was peaceful and quiet and peaceful again.Why can't my life be like this room?I sighed and sat on the edge of my bed, then, brought out my Psychology book. I've got the books to explain what's happening to me, but why can't I accept the fact that I have fallen in love with Drey?So deep, so hard, that I cannot even stand on my own feet. It was too fast. I don't know what to do.
"One cheesecake coming right up!" I said and heaved out a huge sigh. Working in Lyza's bakeshop is killing me. I never thought that she'll mess up with my life like how his boyfriend did to me.I can't blame her, tho."I don't need lazy waitresses in my cafe, Kath.""I-I'm, I'm doing everything!" I said, trying to control the pitch of my dang voice. "I just need a break, Lyza. Please," I whispered, almost sounding like a young girl trying to convince her mother to buy her a new toy.One of her eyebrows arched as looks at me, "You want to take a break?" she asked and crossed her arms. I sighed and closed my eyes then shook my head."Good," she said. "You know what, Kath? I want you to suffer the way my heart suffers." Lyza turned her back to me and all I can do was stare at her back, trying to ignore the tears that fell down from my eyes."Where the hell is the cheesecake?" I shook my head and mentally cursed myself for how stupid I am becaus
I probably deserved a pat on the back when I refused Drey. Me? Cheat with him? I know within myself that I like him, but I was not that stupid to stoop that low. I was keeping everything to myself, and he comes into the picture admitting he liked me, too.It wasn’t my fault for him to feel that way. I was trying my best to avoid him! And I was not even doing anything for him to reciprocate what I was feeling back then…I know my limits and I will never cross that line.I really need to graduate and leave this town in peace.Everything just feels like a disaster, for real.Tears could not stop falling from my eyes as my friends try to pacify my feelings. I was partly crying because of the feelings I had for Drey. I knew it was a dumb mistake to let myself fall for him; I knew it was my choice. I have always known how badly we’d end up if I choose to become selfish and turn my back against the world just for him.&l
I blinked.Once. Thrice. Until I could not even count anymore. There were no vacancies around Brampton, but I guess it was just because I was labeled as the town homewrecker. It was so obvious that even restaurants that seemed desperate for a worker denied my application.Great.Way to save their asses and sacrifice one’s life.I reached for my keys inside my purse and walked inside my apartment—tired and unaccomplished. I looked as if the god of disaster went down on me, and I could not even complain.Honestly…I can’t even complain freely. It’s as if I feel like I even have to pay when I try to complain about my situation with another disaster yet again.It just keeps on piling up.Fuck this world.I get tired, too. You know?I sighed as I check my phone for new messages. Mila and Sophie are probably busy since both of them went out of town to unwind. It would have been ni
I felt even worse after hearing that from Enrique. Sure, it would save me—it would probably paint Drey for cheating because he was longing to be loved and felt suffocated over a deal yadda, yadda. At some point, they’d feel anger… and then remorseful because he did not have a choice but to sacrifice himself just to save their family. And then probably be forgotten after a few weeks. What a fucking plot—it makes me want to subscribe… not. The funny thing about these people? They glorify men (because that’s how low they can go, honestly) but they’ll keep on pitting women against women. For them—that’s where the entertainment stems from. Women drama. Emotions. Anger. Frustrations. Screw that. I won’t submit to that. I would be caught lying if I say I wasn’t troubled—I knew I was and I still am. I never wanted to be caught in between a fucked-up love triangle, and I wasn’t desperate enough to be in one, too. But I wasn’t going to celebrate
I wasn’t looking forward to a better day when I woke up. I mean, it’s still the same—my life’s still the same—just out of the picture of these problematic rich kids… and I do not even want to get involved with their asses ever again.I’m handling too much already, and getting involved with them ever again just proves my stupidity.I haven’t really heard anything from them—Drey and Lyza, that is. I knew it was just part of the ordeal that I wouldn’t know what was going to neither of them. As much as I’d like to explain myself to Lyza—that I never really tolerated any of this shit—I did not want to invalidate what she is feeling right now. I mean if somebody happened to be involved with (probably) the biggest scandal in my life and it was with someone whom I trusted so much, I’d probably lose my shit, too.I do understand where she’s coming from.I just…