Chapter 14: The Ex
Two months after my birthday when everything has been going great, the bullies were ignoring me, Franco and I's friendship is stronger than ever.
With everything that I have been through, I thought I was prepared for the worst thing that could probably happen during my teenage life, but I guess I was wrong.
While in the Ladies Washroom eavesdropping was not my hobby but most of the time I can't help it. I tried to be inconspicuous so I always end up hiding in one of the cubicles when the bullies start to gossip.
"I heard there was this new transferee again from Public school. What is happening to our headmaster? Always accepting poor people to study here."
"I know. She seemed pretty though and all the guys want to get to know her."
"Well, if she will be that popular we might as well befriend her so we can control her fame."
"Francine, if you wish to guard your status all you need to do is hook up with Rob."
"Don't tell me I tried several times but he's just not in to me. He said I was too slutty for his type. Stop laughing!"
"Well, one thing about Rob is that he is honest as hell. And... he is very good looking and he looked delicious."
"Alexa, stop talking about my future boyfriend like a piece of meat"
"Well, you can't blame her, that piece of man is so beefy and hot I can already feel myself getting wet just looking at him." "You're all sluts! You know that?"
"That's why we're friends!"
"Geez, come on, stop with this nonsense so we can go meet this new girl you were all raving about."
"Don't be jealous Francine, you will still be the bitchiest of them all."
"Shut up Jas!"
Ignoring my curiosity about the new girl, I decided to go to the library since it was my free period.
Franco was already waiting for me when I arrived and he seemed distressed.
"Hey Franco, why do you look like you've eaten something sour?"
"Nothing. I just have a lot of things on my mind lately."
"Well, you can tell me maybe I can help."
"Thanks besttie but I don't think you may be able to help me this time. I guess I need to face this on my own sooner or later." "Wow. Is this a telenovela or something? Why do you have those monologue? Just tell me please? I'll do my best promise." "Saphira, just shut it. I just... I need to go. See you tomorrow. I have to go home."
He left me without even acknowledging the fact that he may have hurt me when he shouted at me.
Franco never gets mad at me. Even if I was annoying and sometimes always causing trouble for him, he never once raised his voice on me, well, except for now. Whatever this problem he was having may be taking too much toll on him. So I did what I thought was rational and sane during that moment. I followed him home. Franco
I was already at my house when I realized that I have been hard on Saphira. She was just trying to cheer me up and I got pissed at her. No need to be bothered with her right now, I will just apologize tomorrow. Now, I have to face something that has been bothering me since yesterday.
I went to my room and took the box under my bed. This box contained memories that I tried to bury for the past year. Come to think of it, I forgot about this after I met Saphira. She made me recover from the pain easily.
When I opened the box, I took the teddy bear that once was white and fluffy, now dusty and worn out. I gave this to her on our first and last year together. Her. Madeleine. My first love. For the hopeless romantic fools that I know, or that I was, she was simply the one that got away or should I say the one that went away.
Looking at our pictures together, I wonder what I have done wrong to deserve such heartbreak. I worked hard, even if I was busy with work and my studies, I never neglected her. I did my best to shower her with love. I may be poor but whenever we are together, I make sure that I provide for us.
She was a transferee at my previous school, Delaney Public School. We were introduced by my old teacher since he knows that I am the most trustworthy of the guys there, he assigned me to tour Madeleine around the school and assist her in her classes which turned out to be the same as mine.
When I first saw her, her alluring beauty captivated me. She was gorgeous and can be described as every man's dream. Her curvaceous body, black curvy hair, luscious lips and blue eyes made me weak at the knees just by looking at her. I guess, I fell in love instantly. She was from a rich family but she did something that made her parents transfer her to public school. Until our separation, she didn't trust me enough to tell me the real reason why a rich girl will suffer a year in public school when she can afford even the priciest Finishing schools in Europe.
That year was special for me because of her. Until she realized that I am worth nothing just like what her parents have been telling her.
I tried to control the pain from coming back, even the tears that was starting to pour down my face but the wound from her rejection is still deep.
"Franco."
I did not realize that Saphira was standing just outside my room, looking at me with her concerned eyes, or was it laced with hurt? Is she hurting because of what I did at the library or was it because she saw me crying?
"Saphira. What are you doing here?"
I turned my back on her and tried to control these emotions I am feeling. I was scared of what she will think and was afraid to hurt her in any way.
I felt her approach and she hugged me to her.
"Franco, if you're not ready to tell me its okay. I will just be here for you even if you don't want me to."
"I'm sorry if I shouted at you. I'm just..."
"Shhh... its okay. Just do whatever it is you have to do. I will just be here to support you. For once, you can lean on my shoulders. You have been with me in every hurt and pain since we met, now it's my turn to show you that I truly care about you." "Saphira..."
And so for the first time after Madeleine left me, I cried. Not the sobbing and heart wrenching cry, but a silent pleading from my heart to let go of the pain that previously haunted me. The pain that seemed to hide when I met this wonderful girl hugging me. I let go of the fear of getting hurt and rejection. I cried to let go of the past, so I can welcome my future.000000000000