Chapter Seven

Valentine

After a few weeks, as much as I wanted for this shitty dare game to end, our deal finally reeled to an end. Surprisingly, Aldrin and I didn’t expect Jack to be very successful on his dare. He just brushed off that strict Catholic belt buckling him up and did his dare without further complaints. He told us that Samantha was just into it and they kissed and not just a kiss but an open-mouthed kiss in which your tongue is inserted into the other's mouth. Samantha even let him take a video of them kissing together. Aldrin, of course, on the other, failed it his way in a very shameful and disgusting way. He tried his very best to persuade Karen but she just won’t not unless it’s an orgy.

Yikes!

As for me, I did beyond what I was supposed to do. I did expect that on my part. I’m not bragging or being cocky about it, but that’s just purely the works of my charm. I usually get what I want in the easiest possible way. Maybe I should thank God for molding a perfect creature to walk this earth or perhaps not because I earned all of this thing on my own. The only thing I didn’t expect was Yhannie breaking a record on me for staying the longest. That was approximately 2 weeks and three days, as far as I’m aware of. Not bad for her and it even became the talk of the town.

“So that’s it, we are over now?” Yhannie spat as she held my hand in her vice grip.

I finally had the time to throw this thing with her. She’s great and all but I’m just over her already, and besides, the dare was just to hit on her and not to be her boyfriend and anything beyond that.

“Yep” I nodded swiftly, not wanting to engage in a long conversation with her.

“What went wrong, then?” She asked still calm and trying not to break down at the moment, but I can see some tears starting to gloss her eyes.

“Nothing went wrong Yhannie, it’s just..... we are over. That's it!” I said in a serious tone carefully removing her vice grip off my hands. “Just get over with it.”

“But I did everything just for you. I even left my friends for you” Her face began scrunching up before breaking into tears, but I don’t feel sorry for her. I’m not going to give up over a petty drama.

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t ask for any of that Yhannie, that’s all on you. I just played with you, can’t you see that?” I said while involuntarily inching a few steps away from her.

I’m highly entertained by this—the scene of a woman begging for you to not leave her after everything. I wonder why her friends were all guys. I wanted to smile and laugh at how rough she looked about this frivolous mess, but that was exceedingly rude for her.

“What?” She swallowed a deep breath, then continued. “So I’m just another one of your toys then. Okay, I get it, Valentine, I get it. You’re clearly a heartless motherfucker. Dominic was right about you, and I should’ve listened to him” She gritted her tone was oozing with resentful regret then left. Usually, during the scene of ending something like this, I should be the one who should be leaving first, but I guess Yhannie was faster on that and it was somehow a change in that sense.

I would’ve loved to see her starve on her knees for more amusement, but I think she has her dignity intact that she won’t do that. That’s a shot for her though, she didn’t listen to her friends, and now they hate her for that. That just means she’s an ungrateful bitch. Whatever her friends told her was right, of course, I know that for myself, and clearly, my charm was more powerful than theirs.

Yhannie didn’t come to class today. I’m not sure if it was because I broke up with her, but I guess it was because of me. I can’t blame her for that. Her face was a perfect frame of devastation when I said the thing going on between us was over that I’m done playing with her. It was kind of ironic, though, for me, nothing is going on between us. It’s just all her, she thinks I’m in love with her and that she’s in love with me and that we are some sort of star crossed lovers and that me and you against the world shit. Partially, I am in love with her body but not really with her. She might be attractive and everything but I don’t see myself falling head over heels or even marrying her and the stuff like that, and also if I fall for her, which is never going to happen, not in a million years, I don’t believe in the sanctity of matrimony.

Marriages are only for people who have trust issues.

Lunch was typical as usual. Jack and I consistently made fun out of Aldrin for failing to achieve his dare, and he had to deal with it, which was highly amusing because he can’t even defend his already lame ego.

I did notice Dominic stealing some hateful glances from us, on me in particular. He’s starting to creep the hell out of me seriously. He’s not that creepy for the record, he’s somehow handsome on his own, not as handsome as me, but he can sure make a run out of my money, but honestly, there’s just something in him that's keeping me off the bay. I know he’s furious at me and without even knowing it, Yhannie probably told him about how I ended everything yesterday, and besides, Yhannie doesn’t have any other friends to tell what happened other than him and those two dudes over there.

The thing that’s pulling me out of the cool waters was that I should feel happy about it, like how I usually am delighted and entertained whenever I see people frustrated and angry about what I did that it makes me feel like a total person in a way, but his stare was filled with so much rage, and it was even more like throwing guilt and conscience in the form of a poisonous arrow shot towards me.

Somehow I feel really bad at myself, but I don’t know exactly why.

The succeeding periods were typically boring and energy-sipping. I felt sleepy during those times. I only woke up when we had a pair activity in Geometry, and I almost got paired up with Dominic again. I would love that because he's smart and he’s always on the top of the pack when it comes to scholastic and academic things, he’s like a nerd but without the glasses but yeah, I asked someone to switch with me. I’m not scared of him or anything like that. I just felt like I want to avoid him for some unknown reasons.  Maybe because whenever he talks to me the words coming out of his mouth sinks deeply inside my head and it won't leave until I decide to find some other recreations to distract myself. I don’t know why or how but I hate those feelings. I hate pondering about how bad I am. I hate thinking about how terrible I am.

During soccer practice, I felt exhausted and a little bit preoccupied over something that I don’t quite grasp. I noticed that I’ve been playing the ball a little bit un-me just like when I missed one of those free-kicks.

Damn it! What’s wrong with me?

During halftime, I decided to go to the restroom to do my business, and the last thing I wanted to happen happened when I bumped into Dominic. He just looked at me dead in the eye while I went to the urinal system.

“So are you happy now?” He asked, standing right at my back while I was peeing in the urinal system his voice was vocally loud with a boiling sarcasm. I’m not in the mood to talk to him or to anyone in particular right now, but I know he’s waiting for an answer and I have to be cool like the usual me. Perhaps this was because of Yhannie and why she’s absent.

“Of course, I am a happy dude. I’m always happy like almost every night whenever a sexy chica’s down under in between my knees and giving me nice and pleasurable head” I jested trying to set the ambience in a light mood accompanied by a smirk strong enough to annoy him.

“I’m talking really serious here, Valentine. Don’t pull that jerk smirk on my face” He vented out. I can tell by the looks of his eyes that he’s really serious about it. “Yhannie’s confined at the hospital, and it’s all because of you.”

“Why? Are you sure it’s because of me?” I asked, pulling out my innocent face. It startled me and shit, this is actually worse than what I imagined. I encountered some of these cases before. Like how stupid they are enough to mess with their own lives just because I just broke up with them? And clearly speaking, this was not my fault at all. It’s their stupid inability to cope up with the reality of the situation.

“Of course, it is. Who you think would hit on her, fuck her, make her the happiest girl in the world then break her heart? Who?” Dominic was already shouting on top of his lungs in front of me, and everyone knows how I hate being yelled right straight in the face.

I’m not in the mood really, and even if I’m in the mood, I would still do this because I’m don’t fucking like being shouted upfront. I clenched my fist then punched him in the face.