Then I felt anger.
I was so angry, that I got up and went to the exit, and I hear Kent behind me saying he was sorry and he didn’t mean it to happen that way. I didn’t look back; I took a cab and instructed him to go home. In the cab, I turned around to see Kent behind, holding his head with both hands, and muttering something, and I was crying. I was finally crying.
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When I got home, I opened the front door, walked in and closed it shut behind me with force. I took my heels off while I was in tears, and tossed them on the floor. I ran upstairs, while I heard Dad call me. “Honey, what’s wrong?” but I kept walking to my bedroom.
I closed the door and locked it behind me when I entered my bedroom, and slammed my body on the bed. My face was on the blanket, and I felt the wet tears soaking it. I haven’t stopped crying, since I left the café, and couldn’t forget the scene when he asked me to break up with him, and his teary eyes, and apologetic voice. At the time, I wanted him real bad, and I wanted those dates back. I wanted our hugs, and kisses back, and when he called me sexy. And his face when he saw me looking at him with passion, and our hands when we lock them together.
I wanted all that back.
I heard the knock on the door, “Honey?”
“I can’t talk right now,” I told him under a muffled voice.
“Honey, please talk to me,” Dad convinced, “What happened?”
“Please, go away!”
After a while, I heard his footsteps leaving the hallway, and going down stairs again. I hiccupped, and sniffed. Then I started crying loud, because the blanket could cover my voice. It took me hours to calm down, and when the pain in my chest became mild, I slept on the bed.
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I woke up at midnight, with a heartache. I was still hurt from the conversation with Kent, but I tried to stay focused. I checked my phone, and dialed Max’s number.
Max picked up the phone, “Hey, Celia.”
I cried, “Max,” I said with a sniff.
“Oh my god, what happened Celia?” She asked with a worried, panicky voice.
“Kent dumped me for a girl,” I hiccupped and sniffed, “He said he liked someone else.”
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” Max said, “I wish I could come over, but I have class tomorrow, and you’re hours away.”
“I know,” I said with a shaky heavy voice, “I want you here.”
“I know,” she whispered, “I wish I could be there too.”
“I can’t stop thinking about him” I confessed, and felt my shoulders tense.
“It’s okay, it’d take time for you to forget him,” Max advised, “We’re here for you.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Kent’s a jerk anyways, if he did that to you, then he doesn’t deserve you,” Max said, “You’ll move on the meet someone else. Someone hotter.”
“With abs?” I sniffed.
“And six packs too,” Max, “We should go out to the club this weekend, and mingle.”
“Okay,” I said.
“I bet there’re guys who’re waiting for a hot girl like you,” Max said, “If a guy doesn’t see that, then he’s blind.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes, really.” Max replied.
“Thank you, Max,” I said, “For being there for me.”
“Of course, what are friends for,” Max said.
“I gotta go now,” I said.
“Okay, take care,” Max said.
I hung up the phone, and felt it vibrating in my hand. There were a few texts from Ned.
Oh, God, not him, I thought.
Ned: Hey
Ned: You there?
Ned: Can we talk?
Me: Not now
Ned: You seem tight
Me: ?
Ned: Err, did I upset you?
Me: No
Ned: We’re supposed to meet up tomorrow
Ned: for the project
Me: I don’t know
Ned: You don’t know what?
Me: I don’t know
Me: I don’t feel well
Ned: You okay?
Ned: Something happened?
Me: I don’t wanna talk about it
Ned: Alright
Ned: But trust me, I can keep secrets
Ned sent a winky face sticker
Me: Please
Ned: Can I confess something?
Me: No?
Ned: I’ll write it down anyways
Me: What a surprise
Ned: I had a crush on you since you joined the art class
Me: Ned?
Ned: Yes?
Me: You had a crush in me?
Ned: Yes :)
Me: umm, why?
Ned: Why?
Ned: You’re an amazing girl with great looks
Ned: And a big heart
Ned: I felt that you had struggles
Ned: With your mom and all
Ned: You’re doing a great job holding yourself together
Me: Thank you
Me: That’s so sweet
Ned: It’s the truth
Ned: I don’t understand why guys see you as an object
Ned: you should be treated like a princess
Me: I don’t know either
Me: Must be because guys are shallow
Me: bastards who date two girls at once
Ned: But not all of them are bad guys
Ned: You should look around carefully
Ned: You might find the one who treats you right
Me: Right
Me: I should look around my campus
Ned: Yes
Me: Maybe that hot guy in the swimming team
Ned: umm
Me: Is he dating someone?
Ned: I don’t know
Ned: You should ask him
Me: Thanks, Ned
Me: for the advice
Me: never knew you were good with girls
Ned: I wasn’t
Me: Goodnight
Ned: Goodnight
I closed our chat and placed my phone on the bedside table. I laid on my bed on my back and stared at the ceiling. My
