♥️ CHAPTER 1 ♥️

Ring!!!

Another day, the last day of summer break. The day before torture. Well I should just try to enjoy this day. I stretched my arms and hugged my pillow once more. Dragging my bare feet on the cold floor. The early morning breeze blew through my curly tangled hair into my mouth.

"What a mess."I said as I pulled it out.

I dashed into the bathroom and stylishly pulled off my robe, imitating those women I once watched on the internet. You know the ones who strip themselves naked while a hot hunk views them from the tub lustfully and the scene turns hotter. Well in my case...

"Robe? Check! Sexy body? Check! Bathtub? Check! Hot hunk? Well..."

Once again I trapped myself in the middle of my silly erotic romance fantasies. Just forget it Rita, you know none of that shit won't happen, maybe until I am twenty five or something but for now your hot fantasies with your hunk is on airplane mode.

I drowned myself into the tub, filled up with steamy hot water, grabbed my bar soap and made it slider against my body in a harmonic manner.

Minutes later after my ceremonial dip, I rose up slowly from my paradise and went to hell... My closet.

"This itchy things again, anyone would have preferred roaming around the streets naked"

I complained at the lowest tone of my voice.

But not anyone would do that, or else you will end up being the number one trending topic on social media.

"Hash tag Crazy girl finally hits the street. Ha, what a scene that would be."

Then my mom will happily dash at me her famous slaps of terror. Yish, I don't want to be part of that scene, so the itchy clothes stays.

My hands moved into the direction of a pink long sleeved tulle dress. I swiped it off from the hangers squeezing my face in disgust. " It looks awful, it's like the dress is putting me on. Ugh!" Well my day couldn't get any worse, could it ?

Living alone isn't easy, running around is so stressful. "

I'll go to the grocery store later, I still have some supplies, maybe I will check on Tony after my store dash." I uttered as I slipped my clothes on.

Yes I know, you really want to know who Tony is. He's my boyfriend... You must be wondering how I could get one, we are in a secret relationship. He gets and understands me. I really love him a lot because he's the only one that gets me and as a bonus he's the same complexion as I am. I can't have him over but I am old enough to visit him.

Later in the evening...

I scurried around till I got to the grocery store across the street. Mrs Loel was the owner of the average sized store, she was my favorite person in the whole city, she was actually the only person who understands me, well, that's after Tony. After seizing all my favorite snacks and flakes from her store and having a little chat with Mrs Loel, I scuffed all the way to Tony's house.

Sometimes I wonder why he would like someone like me. I don't even remember how we started talking but I am okay with the fact that he's always there for me. He lives in an apartment just like me but his is bigger. My memory on directions were a little bit cloudy, I couldn't really remember a lot... Don't blame me I don't go out a lot.

Phew! Finally, after a long walk, I finally arrived at my destination. The lights were still on and I could hear the sound of the TV's rhythmic chatter from the entrance. My lashes fluttered, titling my head while narrowing my eyes.

"What is he up to by this time of the night? I hope he isn't taking any of those sweets again or he might be watching one of those late night horror movies again. Tomorrow's resumption week, he's gonna be late for school. Gosh Tony! " I said while rolling my eyes and giving out a long suffering sigh.

After all my inspections, I marched straight to the hallways. I reasoned that he might be asleep so I tip toed till I got to the entrance of his room. I halted as I heard strange muttering and whispering coming out from his room.

"Maybe he's sleep talking" my voice wobbled and hands began to tremble in fear.

Then my anxiety level spiked up when I sensed that there were more than one person in the room. I was so scared that fear was actually able to grip my soul. I couldn't take it anymore, the curiosity was killing me.

"What if he's being robbed or..."

I cut my thoughts short and stretched my torso halfway through the opened door to take a peek.

My feeling of fear and anxiety all vanished away and a new one blossomed as my eyes met the most heartbreaking scene in the world. My boyfriend was busy tearing up, caressing, gripping and groping the body of a naked woman. In fact she was actually a white woman . I was frozen to the point that I couldn't let go of the grocery bags. I turned my face away, ran out quietly and began to amble around the streets with tears dripping down my cheeks. I was traumatized and didn't know what to feel at that moment.

Different things began to race through my mind.

" I don't blame him though, who wants a girlfriend that wouldn't even kiss him once?" I said with a sigh of regret.

" Well at least I don't have to worry about him leaving me anymore, because he already did."

In my traumatized state, I staggered around aimlessly on the streets. Then the rain started pouring heavily, it looked like the whole world has finally turned it's back on me. First unbearable heartbreak and now this... what's next?

Everyone on the streets struggled for the remaining hiding spots to protect themselves from the harsh beat down from the rain while I did what any traumatized person would do... strolling in the rain.

At that hour I was the center of attention, everyone dropped different comments,some secretly while 80% sounded it out, calling me crazy, a psychopath. They gave deadly side stares at me but I couldn't care less. The normal me would have raced out from their midst embarrassed but I dragged my feet and continued my journey of no destination.

" I hope he is having more fun than he's getting." I said brushing off the tears from my face.

"It couldn't get worse than this right ..." I smiled.

Heyooo it's me again hoped you liked this drop ... pls I need your comments, they make me a better writer.