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We walked to the mall and head to a food court to get something to eat. Mary orders fries and soda while the rest of us take something light. I didn't want Fidel spending a lot of money on me yet we are not even that close friends.
"Hope you are loving the meal." Fidel said looking at me with a warm smile. I smiled back and nodded. We went on eating and after that the bill was paid and we left back for class. The day went on smoothly and still nothing from Dylan.
When I reach home I decide, enough is enough. After having my dinner I picked my phone and called him. On the third ring he answered. "Hello!" I hear his voice from the other side.
At this moment I just did not know what to say. Should I be mad, scream at him then hung up or should I just go normal.
"Hello?" I answer and shortly I hear a girls laughter from the other side. I raise my head to check the time and it's 9:00pm
"Where are you?" I ask. He assumed and talked to someone on the other side of the line. I felt the pain in my chest increasing and I just took a deep breathe in and out slowly not to make him notice I'm damn angry.
"Dylan!" I screamed. "Yeah."
"Where are you?" I asked slightly calm but the tone comes out not as I expected. "I'm in a friends room, she's not feeling okay."
"At this time?" I ask surprised by his honest painful answer. A slight pain rushed from my heart to my stomach and tears flooded my eyes.
"Yeah I just told you she's not okay." He said rudely.
"You are in a girls hostels and you have the nerve to tell me that? What the heck is wrong with you Dylan. What have I done to you huh!" I take a break first and release a breathe I didn't know I was holding and right after that I heard a beep. He hunged up again. I rushed into my room and I took my pillow and screamed my lungs out on the pillow. Tears were flowing freely. 'I am done, I want to be happy, I want to be myself, I am exhausted, I am done trying to fix my relationship with Dylan. I keep fooling myself that he loves me yet he doesn't, he's just an asshole.' I say that to myself and mean it.
Tears still flowing I took my phone and connected the earphones. I had to forget about Dylan and all his crap. I had never felt as lonely as that moment.
Music through my ears sounded soothing especially listening to Hasley's song Without me. My nerves calmed instantly and I breathed closing my eyes letting tears flow freely.
The next day I woke up feeling exhausted my eyes were blood shot red. I slept on the sheets I guess I cried all night maybe even in my dreams I was still crying. My lips were swollen and I just looked like hell. I took a cool shower still thinking of how I'll drive myself out of this mystery. I had to start moving on and bring my life back to what it was without Dylan. I was happy then, confident but right now I feel weak, exhausted and my self esteem was just beyond low.
I got out of the shower looking a bit better. It was Friday finally and I had only one class. I had to come home early and just take some rest to rebuild myself. I wanted to start a fresh.
After applying a little make up to cover my weak, exhausted face and tried to look lively, I took my breakfast and left for school.
On arrival the lecturer was already in class and I noticed Fidel was not in class. I took a seat at my usual corner got my book out and listened.
Dylan's words came repeating myself in my brain. I forced my brain to concentrate and listen. After a few minutes Fidel walked in class and his eyes brightened on seeing me. He then winked and took his seat right behind me. I smiled quietly. I needed a distraction and I think I knew the right person to use.