My Imaginary Boyfriend POSTER
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I don't own some of the pictures here. Wanting him is hard to forget,
Loving him is hard to regret,
Losing him is hard to accept,
But even with all the hurt I've felt,
Letting go is the most painful yet.
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Chapter one -Rejection]
It was the mid of November when I decided to ditch my class. I was tired of being tired and be stuck up in that boring classroom for the next three hours together with those geek-y students and old, grumpy Calculus professor. The wind suddenly passed my existence with a warm-chilly afternoon air that possesses a tad sad feeling in my heart. The reason behind is unrecognizable. I have never felt this worn out ever in my life. It felt like some black hole sucked out my energy. I sighed. I continued walking down the aisle and then stop dead struck when I heard two voices around the turf. I didn’t mean to be nosy about their private conversation but familiarity and longing at that voice were craved by my ears to hear again. I flattened my 5 feet 3 inches body in the wall close enough to the hidden place they’re at. My heart pumps blood inside my chest rapidly that I couldn’t even keep up by counting and my throat is starting to be irrationally thirsty.
“Do you think we could still be friends?” A girl asked in a little voice, I can tell its Holiday Evans fake angelic voice. There was a long pause. I never knew silence can be this loud. I sort of think that they felt my presence and decided to make me feel guilty but no, I think I will stay.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Does it even matter?” I was surprise at how bitter he sound. If I’m not mistaken, the owner of that voice, Fritzgerald James, has the attitude that nothing can let him down. But today seems different.
“Don’t make this hard for me, Holiday. You just broke up with me because a fate teller says our stars doesn’t effing collide, and you’re now asking me if we could still be friends?!?! That’s hella fücked up, you know!” He roared. A loud clatter of broken mirror fell in the floor and echoed into the deserted hallway. I yearn to see what really the cause of that sound is, but I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to here even know what’s happening.
My eyes can’t stay in one place as one of them gasped. My feet became itchy and just wanted to approach them.
“Fritz! There’s blood! Do you want me to call a nurse or something?” She gushed. Panic is on the edge of her voice. But I think, she’s stupid enough to even ask that to a man that obviously in need of medical assistance! My breathe became ragged and all I could think of was to interfere and be his superman.
“Are you guys alright?” I asked, revealing me self. Surprise, pain, annoyance were playing in Fritz eyes.
“No, dummy! Look at him, he’s injured!” Wow. The girl who asked if the guy needs a medical attention when she saw what happened call me dummy. I’ll be goddamned. I wanted fate to switch me to other pages of my life where there is enough time for me to slap this girl.
“Well at least it’s rational than breaking up for a crazy reason.” I uttered, sufficient for anyone to hear but myself.
“You say what?” She asked, scowling at me. I wanted to laugh at her facial expression but when I saw Fritz on the ground cuddling his left arm that’s dripping with blood, I run like it’s a matter of life and death.
I crouched down at him, panicking.
“Drizzle Payne. You’re in my English B. What are you doing here?” He asked coldly as if my name is how you should treat me.
“I was… I,” I stuttered. His olive green eyes hypnotize mine. I had to swallow pretty slowly before I vomit my heart out. It has been two and a half months since we became acquaintances but still, he gives me this overwhelming feeling when he says my name. I blinked twice and divert my eyes to somewhere.
“I was right in the corner when I heard some arguing and a loud clatter of a mirror or glass. And yeah- let’s get you to infirmary now.” I demanded, giving him the support to stand up.
“Thanks but I injured my hand not feet.” He whispered stiffly looking straight in my eyes. My eyes widen with shock; I felt my cheeks redden and all I could do was to let go of his arm. His words cut me directly in the heart. I think I just got rejected.
“I’m sorry.” I mutter softly. His simple phrase made my day worse than any other worse day I had.
What a cad can I be! Why do I have to intervene! Do I even have a right to interfere? To care? To get hurt? Bitter questions attack me nonstop. I glare at the floor.
“Holiday, can you come with me to infirmary?” He asked. I force myself to keep the waterworks off my eyes. If you’re stupid enough to meddle with their life, that’s what you get. I said to myself.
“Yeah, surely.” She replied, I can imagine the smug she’s hiding beneath that angelic face. She freely hooks her arms to Frits uninjured side. I watched her watching me with those mocking pair of eyes as they walk away from me.
