Melissa Corpus: Little Miss Obsessive NEW Chapter (8th)! FEEDBACKS, please :)

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When I found out about Rick and Kelsey, my first reaction was like, but then I got over my shock and now all I feel for Kelsey is like, and because I'm biased and I love Mel that much, I'd say I feel like, for Mel because both our crushes have crushed us to the core. Guess who's excited for Chapter 7?

-Feii <3

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Oo, crushes are insensitive.  Haha. I hope I don't get too biased when I continue writing the story

BTW, thaaaanks, Feii 

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Seventh Chapter

Aftermath

So it’s been three weeks now since that incident with Kelsey and Rick. And for the record, I’ve only moped for three days—at most!—which I think is just right. Thank God, finally, that I was able to put some sense into my head. My heart making tearing noises? Seriously? It’s funny how at-the-moment emotions control a person. Yes, I know I liked Rick—I still do, actually—but I shouldn’t let one small crush ruin my life. I am young, for Pete’s sake! Isn’t all this just part of the entire growing up process?

Speaking of growing up. I did. Or at least, I’m trying. To grow up, that is. And okay, I have to give the incident some credit for actually being instrumental to my already sort of apparent maturity. But I am not suddenly exchanging my mug of beer for a cup of tea for Rick. Please. I just want to be mature for me. So I don’t make the same mistakes, regrets, and embarrassing moments all over again. Yes.

Of Growing Up...At Least, Trying To

Because Rick and I are BC partners—no, I did not ask my teacher to switch us up just because he *broke* my heart—I am still in constant communication with him.  We have basically become buds. Would you believe that? And take this, Kelsey and I hang out in between some of our classes. Mature me.

I admit that it was kind of awkward at first. And you know what made it even more awkward? It’s the fact that I’m the only one who felt the awkwardness. Those two are cool people. Always up for something fun, no drama kind of people. That is why eventually, I had to shake myself up and remind me that I’m the only the one who’s making things bad for me.

It took some time and a lot of self-slapping but I finally sort of convinced myself to not get easily sucked in by Rick’s charisma. I am trying to be mature, after all. So it is only right that I learn to control myself and my emotions. Yes, he is hot and gorgeous and kind to me. But he is still with someone, and he obviously doesn’t reciprocate my feelings for him. I see it as a way to protect myself, to keep my heart from getting broken all over again.

You probably think I am such a pathetic loser right now. Guess what, I think the same way about myself, too. But like what I said, it's part of growing up.

A Barrier

Today, I go to school in one of the most basic outfits known to college. I am running late so I grab the first outfit that I get my hands on—white V-neck shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and a pair of my really worn-out Chucks. My hair is in a messy, last-minute ponytail. No make up. Just powder and lip gloss. It’s kind of strange going to school that way. I’ve always been the type who goes to school with make up—at times really light but still with something on—and really dressed up.

Sometimes, you just surprise yourself with what you could come up with on the last minute.

“Good morning, partner,” Rick greets me as I rush to my seat next to his.

I keep my head down for a while, “Well, good morning to you, too.”

“So, did you do your assignment?”

“Who are you? My mom?” I snorted. I take out my notebook and sigh as I fix my hair.

Rick gets quite for a while with this weird smirk on his face.

“What?” I ask him. “You’re being weird again.”

“Nothing,” that smirk again.

“I’m so going to punch you if you don’t tell me.”

Rick sighs, “It’s just weird to see you like that. No make up, wearing white shirt, and all.”

I put my palm on my forehead, “I was running late so I ended up looking like this. Sorry to disappoint.”

“No, no. You look…” he trails off.

“I look what? Awful? Drugged out? Come on, tell me, I’m a tough girl, I can take criticisms.”

Rick laughs, “Beautiful.” He nods, “Yeah, you look beautiful.”

Mature. Mature. Mature.

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I mean, basta. As in. Nung una kasi, triny ko siyang iread kasi dahil sa'yo. Ang tingin ko kasi talaga sa'yo ay sobrang talented na writer, dun sa mga short stories mo na pinost?
Dun, tapos nagpost ka ulit ng isa pang short story so naghanap ako kung may sinusulat ka bang mahaba or basta ganon, tas eto.

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Eighth Chapter

Traces of Sanity

You know what’s funny about life? It’s when you’re trying to change but then life keeps giving you circumstances that tell you “No, not now.” All my plans seem to backfire me. It took me time to convince myself that I was being silly for liking someone who obviously doesn’t like me back. And when I finally almost believed it, life threw in another punch. All those walls that I’ve been trying to build and all those times I spent in trying to build them…GONE. Just like that.

You look beautiful. Up until now I didn’t realize how massive this sentence could get. It pulled me back to the beginning. From day one. When all these started.

Ugh. That’s enough drama for today. I am actually stuck inside the girls’ CR in the third stall trying to straighten myself up.

I can’t believe I have to get to class after this.

Sidetracked or Something Close To That

“Melissa? Is that you?” Bridget Sierra, my best friend, stops dead on her tracks as she sees me in the arts building hallway later that day.

“Please, give me a break. I’ve been told that line a million times today already!” And no, I am not kidding.

Bree and I give each other hugs then she goes back to surveying me and my get up or the lack of it thereof. “I’ve seen you without make up before but never in school. What happened? Did you a fail your class? Are you on drugs?”

“Bridget, I thought you’re my best friend?” I say without trying to conceal my utter annoyance.

Bree taps my shoulder and says in a warm voice, “Of course, I am. It’s just that lately you seem kind of…I don’t know. Not yourself? I mean, I’m starting to get worried. You know. Is there something wrong?”

There is nothing else I can say.

“Hey, come on. I’ll meet you after class later. How does a cup of coffee and crazy delicious tuna sandwich sound?”

I smile, “Better than ice cream?”

Bree hugs me one last time before we go to our separate classes. It’s comforting to know that I (and always will) have a best friend who will pick me up when I couldn’t pick myself up anymore.

Best Friends, Coffee, and Confessions

After our classes end, Bree and I drive to Brewed Café which is a good ten minutes away from campus. We have always been going to the place since we were in high school. It has a perfect mix of privacy and comfiness.

“Come on, spill. What’s the deal?” Bree asks the moment the barista finishes taking our orders.

I sigh, I am still hesitant to tell Bree about everything. She may be my best friend but this is a new phase for me. Never have a experienced going all dramatic over a crush! A crush! How lame is that?

Bree kicks me from under the table, “I am seriously going to hurt you if you don’t start talking!”

Count on Bree to be violent. I sigh again, “So there’s this guy—“

“Oh, so it’s about a guy, huh,” Bree sits back on her chair.

“Jeez, just let me finish, okay?” I roll my eyes at her. “Anyway, I met him in my BC class. He is awesome, you know. He is my partner for the entire semester—“

And again, my big-mouthed best friend butts in, “Is this the Manila guy Marco was talking about during the first day?”

I nod, “Yes, it’s him.”

“Sister! That was a long time ago! And you are only telling me now?” Bree raises her eyebrow at me.

“Chill, will you? I have my reasons and one of them is that I was just too scared you all are going to judge me, you know. If there’s anyone everyone would least expect to be like this, that’s me. And I didn’t know; I’m too amateur for this.”

“You have to start telling people how you feel. Stop keeping those emotions in, they’re going to make you go crazy. Melissa, everyone is allowed to feel that way; that’s why you have friends. To pick you up during moments like this.”

I am about to sob in my tissue when the barista comes in with our orders.

“Come on, now, let’s have some Tuna and caffeine therapy,” Bree says as she pushes my tray of tuna goodness towards me.

Two hours and three more orders after, I have already told Bree about everything. From the moment I met Rick, when I found out about him and Kelsey, up to what he said this morning. My awesome best friend just sits with me the whole time as I am spilling my guts out.

It does feel better to just let everything out.

“You know, for the record, no girl is better than you. And you don’t have to feel lame for having a crush. That only means you’re actually capable of seeing the goodness in people. Rick is blind for not leaving his girlfriend the moment he saw you,” Bree touches my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell my mom to have Rick’s eyes checked pronto.”

No one could ever make me feel better the way Bree does. She is the best.

“Give me a hug because I have been an awesome best friend,” Bree says after I drop her off at their house.

“Thank you, Bridget,” I give her the tightest hug before driving home.

The drive is long and senti but it feels good. The feeling you get after knowing for sure that you are not alone?

PRICELESS.

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