My eyes snap open, only to find the ceiling of my room. Everything is still dark. I wake up in the middle of the night. The clock on my nightstand shows 1.30 AM. I glance to my side. The bed is cold. Where is Prince? I remember him telling me earlier that he was going to drop by Alex place and that I should go to bed without waiting for him. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I wonder if he texted me to inform me about his whereabouts. But unfortunately, there is no text from him, and worry starts to stir inside me. All sorts of bad thoughts run through my head. It's unusual for him to leave me until this late, especially since the incident with the lunatic breaking into my house. What could have possibly happened to Prince? Did he get into an accident? I shake my head wildly. Why do I have to fill my mind with unnecessary thoughts? Be positive, Cheska. Maybe his phone battery is dead while he still has some matters to settle. It's crazy that when you fall in love, you start
Waiting for Prince to come home feels like torture nowadays. For the last two nights, I'd fallen asleep again while waiting for him until past midnight. And when I opened my eyes, he'd always been too tired to talk so that I had no chance to ask him about Gia. In fact, a part of me feels afraid to ask him about her. Like I'm going to lose him the moment I decide to do so. But now, I know that I have to. Communication is a crucial point in a relationship. Most relationships are broken because of poor or lack of communication. We have to trust each other. I'm too caught up in my thoughts that I'm startled the moment Prince enters my bedroom. As always, he looks tired and seems to be in a sour mood. 2:30 AM. He's half an hour early compared to yesterday. Before I can open my mouth to speak, he already strides toward the bathroom, and not long after that, I hear the sound of water. I sigh, hugging my knees on my bed, waiting for him to finish taking a shower. I watch as he finally s
When I step out of the club, I feel the cold wind blowing through my skin, but it's nothing compared to the coldness I feel inside my heart. It's frozen, and the pain is like being stabbed by a thousand needles. Prince pushes through the door right after me, and I whirl around, shooting him a glare. I'm so broken and mad to the point that I feel numb. I can't even cry. The tears are pooling in my eyes, but they just won't fall. No, I won't shed any tear in front of him. Not a single one. "What the hell was that?" I snap, my voice shaking. Prince runs his fingers through his hair, the frustration on his face telling me that it's killing him too. I scoff. "Well?" He shoots me a piercing look, but it's wavering and weaker than the usual. "Well, did you see me kissing her? Did I kiss her, or did she kiss me?" he shouts, talking as if it was not entirely his fault, like he didn't mean to do it. I'm amazed at how he just ignored the actual fact and that he still managed to speak real
The grip on my phone tightens as my eyes travel around my empty house. I'm still trying to absorb what's happening when my phone rings. When I look at the caller, I'm so surprised that I almost drop the phone to the ground. Drake. Inhaling a deep breath, I lean back against the front door before slumping onto the ground, my legs giving up on me. I press the button, answering the call. "Hi, Ches," Drake's voice echoes in my ear, and suddenly, I feel like crying. I miss him so much. I want to pour out all that's inside my heart, all the pain I'm feeling right now. I want to tell him about his best friend whom I've fallen in love with. But the words won't come out, stuck by the lump in my throat. How am I going to tell him? Prince has just broken my heart into pieces, all over again. "Hey," I say, my voice hoarse. "What's with the voice?" Drake playfully asks. "Still sleepyhead!" I let out a fake small laugh. "Yeah. Kind of." He laughs. "I wish I could lie down on my bed now, but
The moment when I broke down in front of Alex yesterday is still fresh in my mind as I'm walking down the hallway of my campus this afternoon. I guess that I just didn't have any other person whom I could think of helping me let out all the emotions building inside me. The person I should be angry at isn't even here for me to yell at. I just finished all my classes today, but these days, going home seems to be my least favorite option because it makes me feel even more lonely than I already am. But as I don't have any other choices, my legs bring me closer to the gate of the campus. On the way there, I sneak a look at the football field and into the hallway to the jocks' locker room, which is what I've been doing recently. Then I stop dead in my track. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel tears pooling in my eyes as I see the person whom Austin is talking to in front of the football team's locker room. Prince. I blink. Once. Twice. And then, I stop. I'm afraid that he'll be
I can't believe what I just heard. Drake ... Drake is the father of the baby? It can't be ... "What the hell are you talking about, Prince?" Drake sounds as shocked as I am. However, I can't differentiate whether it's because he really doesn't know what Prince is talking about or because he doesn't expect to get caught. I don't know what I should believe anymore. Prince scoffs. "Come on. Don't act like you don't fucking know anything about this," he bites out. "No, what the fuck -- " Prince grabs a lamp standing on the cabinet and throws it harshly onto the ground, breaking it, the sound of the bulb shattered on the floor echoing in the room. And that makes me almost scream. Quickly, I cover my mouth in my hand. Prince looks murderous. His eyes are bloodshot red. He's shaking with rage, like his blood is boiled. "I didn't want to believe it either, but how dare you deny it. I saw it. I fucking saw it!' he roars. Drake can only stare at him, openmouthed. He seems to lose the abil
I can't believe what Prince just said to me about Cheska. Fucking bastard. How dare he did that to my sister .I’m trying my best to refrain myself from beating him into a bloody pulp, because at least he deserves to get an explanation. He said about a video. The fuck? As far as I remember, everyone had already left the moment Gia came out of my room. And did he just say that I made her drunk? That I trapped her? My blood is boiled, and I feel like I'm about to explode. This is all because of that woman. Filthy liar. Snake. Poison. "You clueless asshole," I bite out, glaring at him, while he's still eyeing me with such coldness. "You really wanna know what happened that night?" I scoff, knowing that he won't take this information lightly. Eight months ago ... I always thought that my best friend's girlfriend was pretty, but I wondered why he thought that she was so special. Sure, she was the sexiest and most wanted girl in our college, and such a talented dancer as well. But I n
Cheska Andrew watches me as I sniffle, wiping a tear from my eye. I take a deep breath, still trying to calm myself down after what happened at the apartment. "I'm sorry," I say. "I shouldn't be doing this." But the tears just won't stop flowing. Prince words cut deep through my heart. I've never thought that he was only using me for revenge. It's like the person whom I used to know never exists. The one whom I love and loves me back. The one who always makes me feel contented and safe in his arms. I've never thought either that Drake would have done something so horrible to his best friend. I guess that I just have nowhere else to go now. I don't think that I can face either of them. Andrew seems to worry about me. He has stopped the carina secluded area of the street. "It's okay, Cheska," he says. "I don't know what your problem is. But you can just let it out. I'm here, if you need someone to talk to." I just look down, feeling ashamed of myself. This is the second time that o