Chapter 22: Remy

I reproduce my angry steps, this time on the way to Mils' apartment. The way I should have taken since the beginning. The way which could have avoided this entire situation.

I can't believe them.

I feel my blood traveling through my veins, and it doesn't matter how fast the flow is, I feel it cold. They are manipulating me, how could they assume they can decide with whom I go out or not?

Who the hell do they think they are?

I'm not interested in going out with Liam, yet it's up to me to decide, and the way they approach me just makes me want to prove my point.

And I know I will find a way to prove it.

My brain works in mysterious ways, but I know it will come up with something to make them regret it.

Lunes na agad, and I'm running late to go to college because my anger is distracting me. I change clothes several times; nothing is good enough, even for breakfast.

I'm just angry.

I still couldn't get over the fact that Maxine performed her game on me, using sex, again!

I don't really know my classmates in Monday classes, so I basically spend my day alone.

Well, not really alone; the smoke leaking off my brain is so dense it could materialize itself into a person. It accompanied me all day long.

Yes, I have this type of character, the one who can't forget something easily. The one that keeps thinking and rethinking, then thinking again about the very same thing.

I can't control it.

I shake this off; it's not healthy being this mad. I have to do something about it instead of concentrating all my thoughts on it.

More action, less distraction.

I go back home by the end of the day and find a couldn't-be-smiling-wider Mils.

"Hey, what did you smile like that?" She's smiling in such an honest way it makes me smile back at her.

"Nothing in particular, just feeling happy," she says, grinning.

"Is this about your date-" I stop talking and observe her.

Okay, I almost didn't spend time at home last weekend, but, weirdly, I haven't seen Mils at all.

"Have you spent the whole weekend with your date?"

"Yeah," she said sheepishly, containing a smile now.

"Seriously? You spent the whole weekend with the same person?"

"Yeah, Quinn," she responds, annoyed now.

I'm grinning oh, she's in so much trouble.

"Hum, interesting," I state, tapping my finger against my mouth.

"Why?"

"Have you realized you've never spent an entire weekend with the same person?"

"Uhm, well, I probably did; you're just not remembering it," she replies, as if it's not something new, as she just wants to drop it and change to another subject.

"No, you didn't."

She watches me for a moment, studying, and then widens her eyes at me.

I perceive her breath being uneven. She's starting to look desperate.

"Hey, it's not a bad thing. Calm down."

"Calm down? You're terrifying me here."

"What's the problem? You had fun, it's all that matters."

"No, don't you see it? It's a big thing for me; I don't even know how to continue," she said, walking around our living room.

"Why are you smiling, Quinn?"

"Oh, you're in so much trouble."

"I should stop seeing her," she said, biting her nails. "Yeah, I will stop seeing her; this thing is going too fast."

"Don't!" I tell her, almost as a command; can't she see how ridiculous it is?

"Just let things go naturally and enjoy it; nothing you don't want to happen will happen," I assure her.

I know her; I have to distract her. So, I pull her to the couch with me and put "Friends" on Netflix. It starts the episode of Phoebe's grandma's funeral when Phoebe uses 3D glasses to entertain it.

As uncanny as it sounds, it's one of her favorite episodes. I could never forget when she asked me to use the same glasses at her own funeral because it's so unusual, and I could do a special effect using the 3D, representing her as she still lives and moves in the direction of people watching it.

I know she's crazy. She's still my bestie, though, and even if she made me promise her I would do it, she'll never know I won't.

It's curious how things are different between us; I sense how worried she is because it could get serious between them, and she never gets serious. I don't even know why.

I just wish I could analyze her as she does to me, to understand the real reasons for her behavior; why she's so frightened.

She never dates or gets to really know someone. She never seeks it. She always narrates to me that she plans to spend the entire college experience single, start her career first, be successful, and then she would start to look for someone.

Because once she finds the one, they will spend the rest of their life together, and according to her, it's already too much.

The good thing is, by the end of the fourth episode, she seems to have calmed down.

Although on Wednesday night, I found her sitting on the couch, biting her nails, stressed again.

The reality is, she's freaking out. She won't talk too much about it, and I'm starting to worry.

She said he hasn't called or texted, and it's the first time she even acknowledges it. She has never cared before, and I can feel how much this simple fact is messing with her head.

I don't really know how to assist her, so I try to calm her down again until she sleeps.

I just apprehended how anxious she is about it because she slept at 10 pm, which she never does, meaning she probably didn't sleep at all last night.

She did seem very tired.

those peoples, why do they exist again?

Because if it's just to conceive, well, they've invented artificial insemination nowadays.

We should get over them by now.

You still need them to do the insemination, Quinn. Who will donate the little "tadpoles"?

Damn.

I'm still so pissed with my ate, Jurio, and Maxine. I haven't visited them once this week; I just can't see them.

Jurio has texted me; I haven't replied to him.

In a heated moment, I decided to call Remy. I'm frustrated with all men in my life, and for some unknown reason, it drives me to him.

"Hey," he greets me happily; I know he's smiling just by the way he pronounces it.

"Hi Remy," I greet him back, apprehensive that I've called him in a heated moment, and I have no idea what to talk about.

"kamusta ka na, Quinn?" he asks me seriously.

"I'm fine, you?" I respond honestly, hearing the disappointing sign she let escape through the phone.

tangina ba't ko nga uli kinakausap 'to?

"I'm fine; it's been long; I honestly miss you, Quinn," he first confuses me with her statement.

"Me too, Remy," I answer back because I know how easy-going he is, our conversations, how he always makes me laugh, and I missed it ig because I know it will never be the same again; we will never be the same again.

In the most Remy way, he succeeds in turning our conversation into something humorous; we talked about classes and everything that has happened since we're apart.

He can transform something boring into something extremely funny. I laugh so much my stomach hurts.

It feels so easy talking to him; it always was. Pero hindi ko talaga makakalimutan yung ginawa niya sakin.

I tell her about Mils and the guy/girl she's seeing and how he's affected her. He seems surprised. Well, we all are, she's never fallen for anyone.

he sees how worried I am about her, convincing me there's nothing I could do, just be there for her, and maybe take her out to cheer her up.

I resolved to take him out for drinks on Friday night since he has classes tomorrow night. I know I know it's weird to invite an ex out, but please bare with me.

By the end of the call, The anger has been reduced in exponential decay proportions.

The following day, I'm home after classes, with an internal discussion of what I should eat for dinner when I hear a knock on my door at 8 pm sharp.

I open the door to find Maxine, who keeps staring at me with her eager eyes, saying "Hi" at the exact moment; my right hand tries to push the door to close on her face.

Not fast or strong enough, though.

She halts my movement with her hand and feet.

She keeps the door open, saying nothing, just staring at me, annoyed.

"What are you even doing here?" I ask her, angrily.

"We agreed on meeting today I even bought sushi; Cols told me it's your favorite," she responds; she's serious; she doesn't have that amused look on her face, nor her usual smirk.

Damn, I was considering ordering a sushi delivery. I glance at her hands; I really want this sushi; maybe I could steal it and close the door on her fast after?

I turn my gaze to her other hand, then, recognizing the shining thing she's carrying that just sparks an idea in my brain.

I just figured exactly how I will do my revenge on her, and it involves the handcuffs she's holding.

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