Rick's point of view: "Ohmen! He got dumped?" "Rick Anderson? Dumped? Whaaat?!" "I heard that the girl was utterly ugly." "Rick's weird, you know. Dating a girl like that." "Not 'dating'. The right term is 'dated'." "Well, even if he's weird, I still dig him." I just wanted to cup my ears and close my eyes. It was my elementary school reunion. I really did not plan to go, but Jake encouraged me to attend just to take my mind off "her". But instead of averting my thoughts off her, it became worse. Jake came bouncing around, speading the juicy details of my break-up. So, instead of reminiscing our elementary days, they spent their time gossiping and whispering about me. "This is sick." I groaned as I counted the numerous stares I got for the day. I stood up and went straight to the bartender. "One tequila shot." "Look who's here! The oh-so-famous Rick Anderson ready to get drunk!" I shivered at the voice. It was low and slightly angry. It was so much familiar. Well, we all know that school would not be complete without an enemy, right? "Justin," I smiled sarcastically, "I didn't know that you were invited." Justin clicked his tongue and then smiled, "I won't miss my 'bestfriend's' break-up, won't I?" "Leave me alone, Justin." I growled. "Heard that the girl dumped you. Well, you very much deserved that." Justin laughed. Overcame with anger and frustration, I spurted out, "I was just playing with her, you know? I was not even serious." Justin was about to answer when a large crash behind me distracted him from replying. Even if there was a commotion behind me, I did not remove my cold stare on Justin's eyes. He has always been very weak to my stares. Feeling uncomfortable, Justin grunted, "Whatever." And he left. I grabbed my tequila shot and gulped it in one go. I got my coat and hurried outside. I just could not afford another person rubbing my break-up to my face. Days passed, and I lived, looked, breathed like a zombie. I seemed lifeless, brainless and absolutely loveless. I did not go to school and just asked Jake to make up some major excuse. I really tried to forget her. Believe me, I did. But everything seemed to remind me of her. Everywhere I go, I always remember those bittersweet memories that we had. My heart felt absolutely heavy all the time. Filled with pain and frustrations, I decided to visit her. I have decided that even if she shuts the door in front of my face, I would not mind. Just to see her face would be enough. I drove to her house immediately. I was so desperate to see her. My palms were sweating, but I did not mind. I just wanted to see her. I really do. As soon as I arrived, I got out of the car quickly and ran to reach for the doorbell. I rang it again. No answer. I rang it again and again. Still no answer. I banged the gates and shouted, "Chelsea! It is Rick! Please. Please talk to me. Chelsea!" But still no answer. "Young man, what are you doing there?" the old woman asked whom I presumed as Chelsea's neighbor. "I want to talk to Chelsea. Did she go out?" I asked. "She's not here though." the old woman answered. "Where is she?" I asked once again. The old woman sighed, "Didn't you know? Chelsea left yesterday… "…and moved to London."
Author's Note Remember the London scholarship grant that Chelsea received? Just wanted to remind you guys in case you forgot. Feedbacks are encouraged and absolutely welcomed!
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