I messed up, I completely messed up. What was I thinking? Having her followed for three days? I even felt guiltier when she took it calmly; it would’ve been easier if she picked a fight with me. It would’ve been easier if I know what she’s thinking, and that look on her face when she said those last words. I couldn’t erase it off my mind.
I screamed in frustration as I paced around the living room, everything was going smoothly, why did I have to slip up that information about the café? Why did I have to be jealous of Adam? I know they’re only friends, I understand that, but I can’t help myself.
On the way to the away game, there were lots of thoughts in my head. I needed to focus in order for our school to win and I couldn’t do that thinking about Blondie. So I acted upon my jealousy, again. Haven’t I learned anything when I embarrassed myself lots of times when Edward was here?
“Fuck!” I screamed as I ran my hands through my hair.
“Hello son.” My dad greeted. When did he come in?
“Judging by the way you were pacing around and cussing, I take it you didn’t notice me come home.”
“Not now Dad.” I left him and went up to my room.
I don’t know what to do; I’ve never had to deal with something like this before. I couldn’t follow Blondie, she needs her space. And if I talk to her now, we would end up making this bigger than it already is; we’re both not easy to deal with when we’re mad.
I stepped into the shower and let the cold water, calm me. I need to be calm when I meet up with my mom and Ricardo tonight.
To go to dinner with my mom and her husband is something that I never thought I’d be able to do. After she left us, I couldn’t forgive her. Years passed in order for me to cope up with her leaving us, for me to finally forgive her.
This is the second time I’m going to meet Ricardo, our meeting at the weeding wasn’t exactly my best moment. I didn’t even spared him a glance, I just walked pass by him.
I took a deep breath before I got out of the car.
This night would’ve been easier if Blondie was here to support me.
As I got inside the restaurant, my mom is the only one I recognize sitting at our table. There’s a blonde girl sitting with her, her back turned against me. I know for sure that that girl isn’t my Blondie. Blondie is taller and slimmer, this one’s curvy.
“Hi mom.” I greeted and gave her a kiss on the cheeks.
“This is Monica.” She gestured to the blonde girl.
“Hi.” I took the seat beside her.
“Where’s Ricardo?” I asked.
“He went back to London earlier to take care of a few things.” She smiled. “Anyway, Mason, Monica here is a pianist.”
“Cool.” I replied.
“Oh, I already ordered for you dear.” She continued.
“Okay.” I said.
“Monica, your dad said you’re planning on going to Brown for college. Mason has the same plan, don’t you dear?”
“Actually, I haven’t decided where I’m going to attend college yet. I have to consider lots of things first. Like, my girlfriend, I don’t want to be that far away from her.” I replied. It’s been only 30 minutes and my mom’s getting on my nerves. I don’t know what her deal is, but if she keeps this up, I’m leaving.
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