“I can’t believe you actually fucking did it.” Kris’ voice was filled with amusement on the other end of the line. I can almost imagine her shaking her head.
After recalling yesterday’s events to her, she was unnecessarily pleased about it.
“Did what?” My brows furrow, not understanding what she was talking about.
“You rejected your ex! You took the first step in not becoming stupid anymore!” she rejoices.
I hear her laugh on the other end. “This calls for a celebration. We’re going to Rad. Pick me up ASAP. See ya!”
She hangs up before I could even protest. I throw my phone in my bed out of frustration. I hurriedly went to our bathroom to take a bath, but it was occupied. I could hear the sound of the shower running.
I knock twice. “Who’s inside?”
“Me!” Shouts my sister Sophia.
I groan. She always takes forever in taking a bath. We actually have another bathroom downstairs, but I don’t like taking a bath there.
“Faster, I’m going out,” I shout back at her.
“You are?” I hear her turn off the shower. “Can you drop me off at Claire’s?”
I think about it for a second. “If you aren’t done in 5 minutes, I won’t.” I threaten.
Then the bathroom door swung open. My sister steps out with nothing but a towel wrapped around her body, a smirk on her ugly face. “No backing out.” She sticks her tongue out.
I roll my eyes at her. Lucky brat.
After taking a bath, I rummage through my closet looking for something to wear. Throwing on a black and white striped t-shirt, black modern fit shorts and white sneakers, I’m ready to go.
Sophia, on the other hand, still hadn’t picked out what to wear.
“What the hell’s taking you so long?” I ask, irritated when I enter her room.
She smiles sheepishly. “I don’t know what to wear.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I threw my hands up in exasperation. I ransack her cabinet and throw the first piece of clothing I see at her. It was a gray sweater with small banana prints on it. She’s such a dork. I also throw her a pair of jeans to go with it.
Compared to me, my sister’s an introvert. All she does at home is read books and watch anime all day. There are even times when she’d burst into my room and blurt out a random ‘did you know’. Although I have to admit that most of them are rather informative.
We head downstairs to where mom was. She was reading a book on the sofa while my youngest brother, James, is playing with his PS4. My mom raises her eyebrows at me when she sees me dressed up.
I answer her unspoken question, “I’m going out with Kris, I’ll drop her off on the way.” I point my thumb to Sophia behind me.
She nods, “Okay, take care.” We both kiss her on the cheek.
“Bye James, behave,” I instruct before leaving.
Against my will, I drove Sophia to her friend’s house. It’s such a hassle because Claire lives at the edge of town, out of the way from Kris’ house.
We were nearing their place when I saw a figure lurking around the fence. If I remember correctly, that boy is named Travis. And I don’t like him.
“What is he doing here?” I ask my passenger, pissed.
“He’s part of the group work.” She answers. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay as far away as possible from him.”
I glance at my sister before she hops off. “Make sure.”
Travis’ eyes widen and he takes a step back upon seeing Sophia. Fear was visible in his features. The last time I saw him, he was on his knees writhing in agony. Sophia kicked him in the balls for trying to lay his hands on her best friend. He deserved it.
Travis is one of the worse kids I’ve ever met. He’s still only in middle school but his arrogance is that of a high schooler. A cocky smirk and empty brain were the things he always had. He’s arrogant and rude and disrespectful. I wouldn’t want anyone like that near my sister.
A scrawny boy emerges from the house’s front door. Contrary to calling my sister ugly earlier, a lot of people find her attractive. This boy, for example. If I’m not mistaken, his name is Kurt.
Based on the bits of conversation I happen to overhear whenever Sophia’s friends would come over, he has a crush on my sister. With her brown eyes and brown hair, she bears a significant resemblance to our mom.
But I don’t care how she looks like to other people, she will always look like an ape to me.
By the time I arrived at Kris’ she was fuming. “Did you fucking come from another continent?” She greets me.
“I had to drop Sophia off at her friend’s house,” I explain.
Rad is the local bar in town. It’s where most of the people hang out during weekends. Want to drink and chill? Rad. Want to get wasted? Rad. Want to get laid? Rad.
I look around. The place was packed even at 5 pm on a Saturday. Thankfully, I recognize none of their faces. I don’t feel like talking to anyone much today. The bartenders know us as Kris would frequently ask me to go with her here to chill. I sit on one of the barstools while Kris sits on the one beside me.
“Hey Billy,” she greets the bartender. “The usual please.”
“Margarita on the Rocks for you and JD and Coke for Alex. I’ll be right back.” He flashes a smile before making the drinks.
“How are things going between you and the other Alex?” Kris asks out of nowhere.
Her question catches me off-guard. The first thing that came to my mind was our dinner at Tiolo’s. But I can’t possibly tell Kris about that. Because first, Gray probably wouldn’t appreciate it if I go around telling other people how she cried that night. Second, there’s the issue with that brunette. I still have no idea who she is.
Although I’m pretty sure if I tell Kris her name and ask her a favor she’ll find out everything about the girl in a span of 5 minutes. From her full name to her family background, age, height, weight, blood type, favorite color, hobbies, and her relation to Gray. Of course, with that favor comes the endless questions about who that girl is and why I want to know her. Questions I have no answer to.
Kris snaps a finger in front of my face making me flinch. “Hello? I asked you a question.”
“Oh,” I come back to my senses. “You know, same old. She’s still cold as ice.”
“Really? I thought for sure that you two would get along well.” Kris remarks. “She actually looks friendly when she talks to you.”
“What are you talking about? Do you even see the way she looks at me whenever I try to start a casual conversation with her?” I ask, feeling like we’re not talking about the same person. “I feel like she’s gonna eat me alive.”
“No, seriously, you don’t see what I see,” Kris argues, putting a hand in front of her. “I’ve been with her in some classes before and she never, and I mean never, talks to anyone for more than a minute. Heck, I rarely even see her talk to anyone.” She scoffs. “She has this aura of royalty around her. You know what I mean? She feels waaay out of our league.”
I know what she’s talking about. Gray has this aura around her that makes you feel intimidated. She carries herself in a refined way, walks with grace and elegance, almost like a princess.
“But with you, she feels, I don’t know,” she pauses. “Normal?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell her honestly.
Just then, Billy comes back with our drinks. “Kris, someone over there wants to challenge the pool queen.” He gestures to the man wearing a tight tank top that shows off his unattractive biceps.
“We’ll continue this talk later.” Kris declares. “For now, I am going to crush that guy.”
I wish her luck before she goes off to the pool table. Though I doubt she’ll need it. She’s not known as the pool queen for nothing.
I didn’t notice how much time has passed until someone spoke next to me. “You look like your girlfriend just dumped you.”
I turn my head and come face to face with a short-haired girl with brown eyes. She looks about a year younger than me and somehow looks familiar.
“Actually, she did,” I say with a complete poker face.
“Holy shit, seriously?” The girl put a hand to her mouth. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
I try my best to hold in my laughter and fail miserably. The girl stares at me until I stop. “I was kidding. I’m Alex.” I introduce myself and hold out a hand.
“Thea.” She replies as she shakes my hand.
“So, Thea,” I start, taking a sip of my drink. “Who sent you here?”
“W-what are you talking about?” She shifts in her seat and looks at someone behind me.
I follow her gaze and see a group of people seated together, staring at us, laughing amongst themselves. So it’s a dare. “What did they dare you to do?”
“They told me to kiss you.” She says shyly, a blush creeping from her cheeks.
“A kiss? Seriously? What are you, middle school?” I twist my barstool so I was fully facing her. Now that I can see her clearly, she’s actually pretty cute. “Can you even do it?”
“Actually, about that..” She shifts in her seat, looking at everywhere but me. “I’ve never actually kissed anyone.”
It was my turn to look surprised. “You’re about to sacrifice your first kiss for a girl? Are you even gay?”
She smiles shyly and nods.
I sigh. “Since you’re cute, I’ll help you just this time.”
Without any warning, I cup her cheek and lean in for a kiss. Her eyes widen in surprise. Our noses touch and I tilt my head for better access to her lips. Then I stop.
“Tell your friends I kissed you. From their point of view, it will look like we’re kissing. Save that first kiss for someone special.” I whisper under my breath before pulling back.
Thea remained frozen, gaping openly at me. When she finally came back to her senses, she stuttered, “Th-thank you. I will keep that in mind.” Then she left in a hurry back to her friends.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” A voice booms. I snap my head in the direction where the voice came from and see a very familiar face. The person storms towards me and grabs a fistful of my shirt making me stand from my seat. Her eyes were about to bulge out their sockets and I could see the veins popping in her neck. She was raging mad. I stare open-mouthed at the girl, not knowing what the fuck she was talking about.
“Look, it’s Janelle, right?” I try to calm down and act normal. “I don’t know what made you so angry but could you please let go of my shirt? You’re gonna ruin it.” I touch her hand but she only grips my shirt tighter, almost choking me. I’m getting pissed. I like this shirt.
“Don’t play dumb with me you sick bitch. I saw you kiss that girl!” She gestures behind me. Realizing what she was talking about, I got even more pissed.
I try my best to speak calmly. My dad always told me not to lose my temper. “First, who I kiss is none of your business. Second, why the fuck do you care? Third, you’re in no position to call me a sick bitch. You don’t know me. And fourth, I don’t like repeating myself but I’ll make an exception for you since you’re hot. Could you please let go of my shirt?” I said the last few words slowly so she’d understand.
This only made her angrier. She was so angry I could almost see smoke coming out of her nose. Sensing that she has no intention of letting go of my shirt, I thought about putting into action what I learned in the self-defense classes I took a few years back.
I quickly disregard the thought. I don’t wanna lay my hands on a girl. And a pretty one at that.
Good thing Kris isn’t here at the moment. She’s probably lying around in one of the sofas, dozing off. If she was here, she’d drag Janelle out of this bar by the hair. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.
I was thinking of a way out of my predicament when someone appeared next to the brunette. It’s the redhead she was with the first time we met. “What the hell are you doing? Let go of her!” She whisper-shouted on Janelle and pried her hands off of me.
“Thank you,” I mutter while fixing my shirt.
“But this girl’s cheating on Alex!” She points an accusatory finger at me.
Did I just fucking hear her right? Did she just accuse me of cheating? I will definitely not let this slide.
“It’s none of your business Janelle!” The girl yells at her before I even get the chance to speak. “You guys are done! Get over it!” That seemed to hit a nerve because Janelle’s expression softens.
I look around us and notice that we have gathered an audience. The redhead notices this too and speaks again. “I’m so sorry for the trouble we’ve caused.” She pulls Janelle by the arm. “Let’s go, we’re leaving.” Janelle shoots me a menacing look before heading out the door.