I was shaken by the sight, my mouth going dry instantly, as the image of the two hovered in mind. I don't believe this! So Daphne and Philip are together? I breathed heavily, feeling my insides grow hotter than ever before.
I looked to where my phone was on the ground, and contemplated on whether to pick it up or not.
Having no urge to do so, I brought my pillow close to my bosom, trying to hold myself from crying.
I thought about my chance of being with him, and how impossible it would be. No! No,Trish. This is not the end. You can't back down. Not now! You're not the type that backs down easily, and you won't! So don't let this pull you down! You've got James. Phil's not the only guy.
I laid down totally, burying my face in my pillow, as I screamed into it. "You got to put yourself together, girl! You're better than this! You are!
I slammed my fist on the bed and raised my head up again, placing it properly on the fragrance-coated pillow, as the spirit of sleep came drifting me off in no time.
"Howdy, girl." Philip greeted, sitting beside me.
I pretended not to have heard him and buried my head in my books.
"Um, what' you got there? Working some problems out, hey?" He teased, rubbing his arms on mine.
What does it look like I'm reading, I wanted to spit, but kept quiet, trying not to let my anger get the best of me.
"Ooh, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," He joked, poking my ribs.
I groaned and turned to him. "Can you please quit it?! I'm not in the mood for your silly games."
He stared in shock, as I got up, took my bag from the desk, and walked out on him.
PHILIP'S P.O.V
I had no idea why she had done that, but I was anxious to know why. Tricia has never for once ignored me, or acted rude towards me, so what would make her act this way? Why does it seem like she's angry with me?
I looked back at the table, noticing an unusual book seated perfectly on it. Her diary! I gasped. She must have dropped this by mistake.
I got up, heading for the hallway, as I rolled my eyes around, catching no sight of her.
I sighed frustratedly and walked back to my seat, praying things would turn out fine, before the evening light came.
"Gosh, I don't believe this guy. How could he act like everything's okay, whereas it's not?" I grumbled to myself, sipping my orange drink out of its juice box.
I stared blankly, having no notice of the passersby, as I tightened my lips on the straw.
"You okay there?Hmm?" A voice startled me, as I looked up.
"Chelsea?"
"Mm-hmm. You know I saw what happened back there," She sighed and sat down beside me.
"So you did -" I bit my lower lip and let go of the juice box in my hand.
"Why don't you just come out and tell him how you really feel." She opined, like she had actually read my mind.
I gave a forceful smile and looked down at my fingers. "You just don't understand, Chels. It's complicated."
She repeated, "Complicated?"
"Uh-huh," I nodded and clasped my arms. "I mean, he's dating, and I'm... gosh! Like it would mean anything if I told him the truth?"
"Dating?" Her eyes widened. "Trish, if you're talking about Daphne, then you're wrong, cause they're certainly not doing anything!"
"Really?Then explain this?!" I grinned and showed her the photo of them clad in a fluffy sweater, having an "I LOVE YOU" boldly written on it.
"You mean that?" She chuckled softly.
"That was a memory from last two months, Trish. Didn't you check the date?"
I eyed her and thought, I definitely didn't think of that, did I? I looked up at her. "So they're not really a couple?"
"Certainly not!" She laughed. "Daphne is Philip's ex," She explained. "Well, ex turned friend." She added, "There's nothing going on between them, believe me."
I breathed a sigh and felt relieved at that moment. "So they're just friends, and nothing more?"
She smiled and said, 'Uh-huh. So don't you worry, friend. Philip is going no where!"