“HERE COMES the four-eyes!”

“She looks so pure and innocent on the outside, but I know for sure, she is just one of those flirty bitches on the pub.”

“Nerds irritate me the most.”

It’s kind of irritating. It’s been what? Three? Six? I can barely remember when I started hearing those shits from those people describing themselves. Well, except that they don’t look like nerds, but worse.

I laugh my ass off whenever I hear ladies who talk shit as if they don’t have a mirror in their houses.

Haist, I can feel my bangs stressing out.

“Ashene Lei Castro!”

Oh great, just great!

Guess I have to run from this super annoying lady!

“Hey, bitch! Don’t run. You’ve got something to tell me. Come back here!”

In your dreams!

“You-! I will pull every strand of your hair off your head when I catch you. Just wait!”

That’s my enemy. Oh, scratch that.

She’s the worst girl ever, the enemy of all. Just listening to her high-pitch voice will make one’s eardrum bleed. I don’t why she treats me as her best friend when all I did is run as far away as possible.

Maybe because she learned my secret, that’s why she thinks of herself as someone very close to me. I didn’t open up to her, she just accidentally discovered it. Or I’d rather say, she meddled with my privacy.

GRADUATION is just around the corner. And here I am at the gym of the school with my boyfriend. We are just the only ones here, and besides, it is the last period for this day.

As an honor student, this is the first time I ditch classes just to talk to him.

“Look, I’m sorry. I am just a guy. And I admit, I’m vulnerable to temptation-“

“Shut the fuvk up, jerk! I can say that, too. I can do that shit, too. But I chose not to, because I know that there is this boyfriend of mine waiting for me, and wanted me to be faithful. The guy that I don’t I was his only love, the only girl in his eyes. But fuvk!”

I pushed him as hard as I could. I want him to feel how angry I am right now.

He grabbed my wrists and look into my eyes. In the way his jaws flinch, I can tell that he’s angry.

Well, he doesn’t have the right to be angry! He just cheated on me.

I know I have been so good to him. I just let him do what he wants. I never control his life because I trust him so much. But-

“What is our difference, huh? You’re a man, I’m a woman. Our only difference is gender. Explain! I don’t get your fuvking reason. So what it is about your ‘I’m just a man’ thing? Well let me tell you, it has nothing to do with being a man. You are simply a jerk!”

“Let me explain, Babe. How will you understand when all you did is talk and not listen?”

I pull my wrists from his grasp. They have reddened and I can still feel his grip. My hands are aching to punch his face, a little more and I will do it.

“Fine, explain! Let me hear what you’ve got, so I can ready myself to laugh at your nonsense. Explain, come on!”

He flicks his tongue, and one hand on his nape. “Tsk!”

I snapped at his attitude. “Hey-“

There he goes again. He kissed me when I’m not done talking. He’s always like this.

Maybe if we are not having a huge fight right now, I will find it romantic and I can imagine the butterflies in my stomach will rumble like crazy.

But nah, I admit that my mind is not willing to let this go so easily with just a kiss. And whatever his explanation will be, that is pure bullshit!

My lips remain still as he seeks entrance.

How shameless can he get?! After he flirted with another girl, he thinks he can resolve this with a kiss?

Earlier this morning, I received a message from an unknown sender. At first, I thought of ignoring it, but curiosity takes over me. So instead of sending a sweet message to my boyfriend first, I open the unknown. It was a picture.

I feel like I was splashed with a bucket of cold water when I saw the picture.

My boyfriend is lying in the background, naked! And this bitch who took the photo didn’t even try to hide her face. She just showed her flirtatious face and almost half of her body. And she was wearing a cheap-looking bra – plain black, and it seems like a baby bra.

He will dump me over a flat-chested bitch? That’s frustrating!

I went back to reality when this guy is trying to open my mouth by grabbing my chin. I won’t let him win.

I balled my fist and punch him. All my strength, my emotions, and my frustration to his girl – I gave it all in that punch.

Well, I’m kind of a fighter when needed in a situation. My brothers never tolerate catfights and trained me how to defend myself. So when it comes to strength, I am confident that I am good with this.

He is holding his cheekbone where I punch. He is glaring at me as if he no longer sees me as a girl.

I didn’t show any weakness in front of him. I am also trying to hold back the tears that should be flooding by now. I can’t let him have the idea that I am nothing without him.

I slowly turned around and walk away. Even though I am hurting because of him, there is a part of me that wants him to hold my hand. That he will kneel in front of me, ask for forgiveness, and want me back.

But I reach my house, no signs of him running after me.

As I lay on my bed, I was wrapped with regrets about our relationship, memories, and dreams that will never happen.

I swear, from this day onward, no one will make me cry again like what that jerk did to me. This will be the first and the last time that I will cry and will look like a loser.

Well, right now I’m a loser. But this will never ever happen again, never!