I hate the sun and I hate my wet pillows. Last night, Vi called her driver to get me home, last night was too much for me! I cried till I fell asleep and I know exactly that my eyes must be swollen now. And my pillow’s wet and the sun really distracts me. I just want to abandon myself from the world, hiding in a safe place that no one knows and hoping that the problem will vanish itself.
The details of what happened last night have become a blurry memory inside my mind. I try to push the duvet and let my feet step on the cold wooden floor but every joint in my body seem to ache and my cheeks are wet. Crying is the worst thing that ever happened to anyone, it makes you sad, it makes you ugly, and it makes you hate the sun and the pillows and it makes you wanna go hiding somewhere safe.
Ok, let’s be true. I’m a perfectly grown up girl and I can handle my emotion and my own problems. But really, I’m not in the mood for anything, everything seems ugly and bad and I’m so pitiful and argh! I HATE Sean from the bottom of my heart.
Today, Nicho and Nathan are going to search for their own brand new present for their coming up birthday and so Mum and Dad have gone with them. And I’m left alone in this house which is the most perfect thing that can ever happen to me right now. I wash my face with cold water and go downstairs. The house is completely silent and Mom has left a message on the fridge: “Make your own pancake. The dough is in the fridge. Love, Mom”
A pile of glossy magazine is set on the kitchen table. I push aside some National Geographic and mum’s Vogue and reaches for my own Teen Vogue. But the rush of customary has gone out of me, I have no interest on any Marc Jacobs or Vera Wang’s piece or even on the sweepstakes I usually get interested to join in.
Let’s see what I want to do now…oh it’s nothing! I really am not in the mood for anything and all I want now is to sit on the kitchen stool and let my mind wander across the green grasses of my backyard. This is, by far, the most pointless yet addicting activity. After 10 minutes or so, suddenly my cell phone rings, it’s Vi.
“Yea?” I surprised myself by my voice. It’s almost gone!
“Honey, how are you? And what’s wrong with your voice?” Vi asks gently.
“I’m fine. It’s just…..ok, I’m not fine, I really not in the mood and I even don’t get interested on any dresses or shoes or gossips. Call me abnormal or crazy or anything, but I even don’t get interested on any pancakes.” I say carelessly.
“My God. What had Sean done to you?! There’s no way you don’t get interested on dresses or even some real nice pancake that you like!”
“It’s not Sean, Vi. I really don’t care about him, in fact, it would be really nice if he went abroad.” I say.
“Then who?” Ok, I have to admit this, which is really embarrassing cos I used to tell her that there’s no way I’m into a shop-keeper and I am now and I am a shop-keeper. Duh.
“It’s Ian that drives me crazy.” I say quietly. There’s a pause and finally she says, “Ian? The shop keeper?”
“Uh huh.”
“No way! You said you don’t like him! And what is that? God….it must be frustrating of what happened yesterday, especially when Ian got pissed on you and the…..”
“Ok, Vi. Stop that. You make my head aches.”
“Oh, sorry. I;m now on my way to your house and I bring you a complete set of Hannah Montana DVDs and glittery nail polish and an open arm and mind for my best friend.” She says cheerfully.
“Oh. Ok. My parents and the twins are going shopping so it’ll be just you and me.”
“Ok.! Uh, I’m in front of your house right now.” I peep from the window and there she is, as radiant as ever, with her huge bag and a brand new Mercedes.
I open the door for her and she comes in. “God, look at you! What happened to your eyes?!” she scrutinizes my eyes and pushes me to the couch and sit me down.
“God! You should try my new eye cream and concealer to cover that pocket. Uh. This is real bad. And you haven’t take a bath!” she put her big bag on the floor and take a seat beside me to scrutinize my eyes.
“Vi! Come on! It’s just a big eyes and it’s just because of crying which is normal! And normally, sad people don’t take a bath. Cos they’re pretty much not in the mood for it too!” I exclaim.
“No! no! this is bad! Go get change now!” she pushes me to the stair. “I’ll wait here. I’ll bring you to a place. Come on, fast!”
“Vi!!” I shouts so she stops talking. “I’ve told you right? I am not in the mood for anything.”
“Yeah I know! But please go get change like right now. This is really important! Please! Right now!” she pleads and keeps pushing me.
After I change into my ugliest set of clothes for that my sense of fashion has gone, I come downstairs and Vi shakes her head but she pulls me inside her car as quickly as possible. God knows what her plan is…
We arrive in front of what look like a spa place and she gets me out of the car. “What is this place?” I ask. She seems to not hear me and she pushes the door open, revealing a great main lobby with wooden interiors and posh reception desk with 2 girls behind it.
“A bath for two.” Vi says to them.
“Which type?” the girl with a bun asks. She’s carelessly looking at her computer and clicking the mouse few times, “yes! I win!” she quietly says. She seems to have won a new dress from e-bay like what happened to me the other day.
“The one with flowers and one big window that face the city?” she explains doubtfully.
“Oh. The suites!” the other girl that’s eating plain yoghurt says.
“Yea, whatever, that one.” Vi roots her bag and takes out a visa credit card to pay.
“What you want to do?” I whisper. But again, she ignores me. “To the 5th floor you go.” The yoghurt girl gives Vi two hard glossy card. Vi gives me sign to follow her and so I go with her into the elevator and when it “dings!” the elevator door opens up and a warm smile of an Asian woman greets us. She asks us the card and after she takes a look at it, she guides us to a big door.
She pushes the door open and there are two big Jacuzzi with flowers in it standing side by side facing the big glass window with the beautiful view of the city. “Welcome to The Suites! I’m Mary and it’s my honor to fulfill what you need today.” The Asian woman says.
“Thanks. We’ll do okay.” Says Vi. Then, with a smile Mary leaves the room. “Okay. Where should we start?”
This is the best thing a best friend could do. One exclusive day to relax in a Jacuzzi full of flowers and an orange juice and of course the view of the city. I can stay in here for hours! I lay my head back and listen to the soft song of Norah Jones that plays in the background.
“How do you feel now?” Vi asks, beaming at me.
“At my possible best. Thanks!” I beam back at her.
“And while we’re here, let’s discuss what you will do next.” She slurps her orange juice, “do you want to say anything to Ian, for a start?”
“I don’t think so. I mean, I said bad things and he really pissed. But like it or not, we’ll meet this Saturday in the store. So….” I shrug and put my head on the back of my palm, looking outside to the city and the sky.
“Don’t you want to apologize?”
“Yes I want. But not now. He won’t forgive me anyway. What I said is so mean…”
“Don’t worry. It’s the point that counts. If he’s a good guy, he’ll understands and forgive you. Because he knows you didn’t mean it, right?” Vi takes a flower and plays with it for seconds. What Vi said is totally right, it’s just that I can’t possibly bring it up to him and apologize. I don’t even know whether I can face him….
“Just say that he doesn’t talk at all to you in the store. What would you do?” Vi asks again.
“That’s the huge problem here. I can’t bring up the subject if he’s so angry.” I say, exhaling. This is the worst thing by far that can happened to me besides the time when my last ex left me because he wants to be with another girl, stupid guy! And stupid me!
We stayed there until it’s almost 4 p.m. and I feel much much much better. Before we went home, we stopped in an ice-cream store and buy each of us an ice-cream. My favorite has always been cookies n cream, whereas Vi has always bought strawberry mix vanilla. I think I might have to do some diet afterwards.
So….at the end of our warm bath in a luxurious Jacuzzi, Vi and I have made a conclusion that what I should do tomorrow are:
- Try to talk with Ian (start a convo with something like “Hey! I was just wondering maybe you all can join me in dinner at “FriesNFlurry”?”, and that way, I’m addressing that question to Diane AND Ian.)
- If that question doesn’t work, or if he refuse to join ask him why. If the reason is quite important, that means he still mad at me (which got like 99% possibility) and just leave him alone
- Try to apologize right away when I just come to the store.
- try to apologize by sending text message
- Let’s brainstorming..
I really am dizzy now. Let’s close this case and leave it until Saturday. Or maybe I should go to Sanctuary tomorrow? He works at the store tomorrow, should I come there? Just to apologize? Will he takes my apologize? ARGH!
Next thing I know, it’s Monday and I haven’t done my physic homework and there’s this huge gossip around the school about a new student that will be placed on my year. I’ve heard this rumor since I enter the gate, where junior girls are sitting in flocks on the stair and on the benches, talking about a “new senior and he’s a guy” and some girls in my year also said things like “he’s freakin wealthy! And good-looking”
Yeah whatever…
I quickly head to my classroom to find Vi rushes towards me, “Have you heard about….”
“The new guy at school? Yeah I have.” I say, putting down my bag.
“It will be amazing! New guy in the middle of the school year and even nobody seems to have seen the guy, everybody knows he’s rich! God! A prince charming, isn’t it?” Vi put her palms on her chest and her eyes are staring blankly, she’s nuts!
“Vi! come on! It must be another guy, another normal guy, not really rich and not that good-lookin. Trust me, I know.” I put my hand on my hips.
“Really?! you have seen him? Where?”
she’s not serious, right?
“Ok. The last guy that became a huge rumor like this is….” I point at a standard guy wo has this dumb look on his face named, Scott McVie, “…him. And everybody got this news that he’s rich and good-looking. It’s just because his last name coincidentally similar to a Duke of German! Which actually a big mistake! Why should I believe that this one will be real?” I shrug and twitch my lips. Vi stares at me in disbelief, “what?” I ask.
“How could you be so narrow-minded? Let’s see…” as she says that the bell rings and not like usual, everybody get inside the classroom faster. They really want to know the new guy, aren’t they?
Mrs.Carey steps inside the class and the class has this atmosphere of anticipation all of a sudden. She puts her books on the teacher table and stares at us, shaking her head, “The new guy, isn’t it?”
“Well, unfortunately, the new guy will be in the other class. Not here.” She continues and everybody suddenly got “Lame!”, “Uhhhh….” And “Dang! I thought he’ll be here!” kind of word. Vi really disappointed and mutters, I roll my eyes.
“But….” Mrs. Carey continues. “That doesn’t mean that you all will act like the “seniors” or “I stayed here longer than you” kind of attitude and I don’t want to hear any bad approaching from any of my students. Understand?” we answer in unison, “yesss..” and then the history lesson starts.
Totally, LAME!
At least, an introducing of a new guy will cut history class by 15 minutes…
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