AMBROSE
I know myself and I know for a fact that I don’t cry, not because crying is for the weak but because I like to think that I’m tough enough and that I can take a lot of things without resulting to a pitiful break down. However, after how everything had piled up unexpectedly, tonight’s going to be a whole different story for me. Tears just began cascading down on my cheeks giving me this notion that I’ve reached my limit. I don’t even know I have a limit in the first place, but tonight was a ballooning testament that I can only take certain things at once.
My chest felt heavier than usual and I feel like I can’t breathe properly. Still leaning against the door, I hugged my knees like it was the only thing I have for tonight, and that’s honestly the underlying truth. I only have me, myself and I for the rest of this agonizing night. My head’s bombarded with so many thoughts, one after the other, and I
AMBROSEI woke up at nine in the morning with the sun already up above the horizon. I forgot to close the curtains last night and the bright morning light hit me right in the eyes. My eyes burned almost the instant I opened them, and while they were struggling to adjust from the brightness, I had to blindly rush towards the window just to close the curtains and bring control to the brightness. I walked back to my bed still feeling heavy and exhausted from what happened last night. I know I should be having a hangover from the alcohol that I consumed last night but the only hangover that I have right now was a mental and emotional hangover.I laid on my bed and stared above the ceiling for quite some time. I felt like I needed the whole day in solitary and then I suddenly remembered my parents are home which had me losing some of the hope that I had. I really hated the fact that they are home quite earlier than I would’
AUGUSTWho would’ve thought that this house party would turn out to be as interesting, most definitely the most interesting out of all the house party that I’ve been to. I haven’t been to many but this was certainly something that has cracked me to the bones. It’s a total wreck and I know I should’ve seen this coming my way but I did not and it just bulldozed straight ahead. I was so focused on my hidden agenda to let Rachel drink as much alcohol so I could sneak away with Ambrose that it backfired on me. It’s as if I pulled the trigger but the bullet had a complete one eighty turn and hit me.There’s this thought that has formed inside my brain and it’s the thought that Rachel’s been wanting to have a sexual encounter with me. Just by thinking about it, the gayness hidden inside of me was already writhing in total horror and disgust. It sucks playing the st
AUGUSTThis Friday night took a huge toll on me and there’s no denying the fact that I’m all worn out to exhaustion both mentally, physically and emotionally. Not only it cemented how much of a horrible person I am, it also established me as a bona fide social climber in my current world full of popular kids. I just hope, and I might even pray too, that Rachel forgets everything that happened tonight so we don’t have to result into an argument that might just ruin our reputations. I was in deep contemplation that if she doesn’t remember anything, I’m not going to bring out the fact that she attacked me in her own desperate attempt of having sexual interaction with me. As early as now, I am more than willing let what she had done to me slip for the second time in a row. I know she tried to seduce me back when we went to the movies and I just had to turn a blind eye and shake all of that off of my shoulder. I don&rsqu
Chapter 22.3: Love and Predicament AUGUST I was dead right when I thought I won’t be having some kind of hangover last night after walking several kilometers. The walkathon journey probably helped secrete most of the alcohol inside my system through the sweats and the hot breath that I’ve been huffing out while walking through the coldness of the night. I don’t know if that’s how it works but I woke up pretty much normal. I have no head banging headache which was super great and I don’t feel like I’ve been worked out so much judging by the absence of fatigue. I may have concluded that I don’t have any hangover, despite of that conclusion, there’s still this overwhelming feeling of dehydration. I also smell pretty awful and I was thinking that I really should’ve took a quick shower before heading to bed. It was already nine in the morning when I jumped out of bed and instantly brought myself towards the kitchen. I poured myself so
AUGUSTThe waiting game was unbearably long the more that I’m expecting a response and it was killing me from the inside out. I walked around my room just to let a fleeting moment pass by and I even had a short trip throughout the house just to distract myself from the already growing impatience. I know weekends should be a lot more fun and anxiety free, a little break from school and all of the activities was all that everyone needs but here I am still anxious and absolutely not having fun. It’s been thirty minutes, almost close to forty since I last sent Ambrose those messages but unfortunately, he hasn’t responded yet. I’m getting more and more guilty as the time ticks and I’m afraid that if I don’t get any response this morning, I’m going to beat myself up for it. The impatience budding up inside me was starting to grow claws.I held my phone with such eagerness only to see the l
AUGUSTMonday rolled in almost pretty quickly and I don’t know what to feel about it’s sudden arrival. I was wishing for a longer weekend and maybe by then, I have made up my mind. I haven’t drafted any clear plan as of the moment and I’m not comfortable about scrambling and making naïve decisions. This is why Monday’s are the scariest day in a week apart from what most people call Friday the 13th.I woke up the instant my alarm clock began beeping which was just my typical wake up call. I still have a few minutes to adjust and shake the drowsiness but I stayed on my bed for a while longer instead. The warmth of the blanket draped over my entire body seemed to be hugging me so tight that I don’t want to jump out of bed just yet. I just stared above the ceiling as I deeply pondered about the reality that I’m about to face in the next few hours. Rachel and I did not have the
AUGUSTDuring our first break, the first thing that came to my mind was to rejoin my usual clique. I went to my locker first to return my things and eventually walked towards the bench where we used to spend our break together and I instantly noticed I was the first one to show up. I sat at my usual spot and I thought I was just the early bird for the very first time. I waited for someone to show up and five minutes passed by so quickly but unfortunately no one’s planning to show up. There’s no Victoria, there’s no sign of Nicole, and most of all, there’s no appearance of Rachel.Where are these ladies? I thought, wondering about the girls’ whereabouts. This was the first time since I became part of their circle that they’re not showing up at our usual hanging spot. It’s weird that I was sitting very much alone and things became unbearably awkward that I was eventually forced to leav
AUGUSTI stood still at the farthest corner as I carefully observed the trio group of Rock, Mary and Gustav having their lunch at one of the benches. It was hard to think that I might have lost the connection that I’ve built with them during the first week of school and I’m all to blame for that loss. I was having this pinch of hesitation that they might not recognize, acknowledge or even remember me at all. It was such a short dilemma but I had to shake it all off of my shoulder because I don’t want to have my lunch alone when all eyes are on me. They all seemed to be having their lunch with such delight and it made my heart jump in pure joy. I don’t know why they have chosen to have their lunch here outside the school grounds instead of having it inside the cafeteria. Perhaps they have had enough of the business and the noise, or the constant separation of the cool kids and the invisible ones inside the cafeteria. Perha