Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

Listening to Clara blab for almost the trip, I finally realized. She wasn't just blabbing, there is a glimpse of truth right beneath her words.

Or maybe a glimpse of what I wanted to believe. Either way, why attack her when she was just trying to make me see reasons why she believed Steve and Christy weren't just f.u.c.k.i.n.g around but were actually f.u.c.k.i.n.g. Like his d.i.c.k in Christy's v.a.g.i.n.a! F.u.c.k! I can't bear to imagine that or to even describe how my inside feels. But one thing for sure the feelings ain't that of the good ones.

Everything Clara said explains some of the reasons why Steven has been refusing me since day one. Because he was getting it elsewhere. I mean look at them! F.u.c.k! I bit my lips sadly. Why am I realizing this now? Why not sooner. Not now that I felt something for the first time in my life, I felt hurt and disappointed.

"Probably because you ain't his actual girlfriend". Clara snapped. Wtf was my thoughts that loud? I gaped.

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"I'm not! Was I? Anyways, I wasn't the only one that 'heard' though". She said using air quotes.

My jar dropped " Seriously!". I turned quickly from her.

"Kidding!". She snickered.

"Not funny". I huffed and brought out my earphone from the small pocket on my backpack and plugged it in as I nestled back on the seat with my eyes closed.

I know I should have defended Steven from Clara's point of view on things between him and Christy but how could I? When I don't know what I am defending.

People lie sometimes I sighed because I didn't expect this one to be from Steven. Maybe I would have, if not for the fact that all his words were all sugar-coated. Though part of me knows that Steven's feelings towards me were real and that he is the sweetest person on earth, I believed that since I met him. I on the other hand haven't been honest lately. I berate myself.

"But you f.u.c.k.e.d no one since you met him" my subconscious chimed in.

And I pushed it as the realization hit me. I have indeed changed, like really really. I wasn't the type to get jealous or bitter or to even be with a guy this long.

Oh, God! Sometimes I like this new me but most times, like this time, I wish I could just bring back the old me and never be bothered by situations like this or maybe walking straight to Christy right now and dragging her from there with the bus still moving.

Somehow, I am dying to hear him tell me that my thoughts were all wrong and that the feelings I've had 50 minutes ago are surreal. And that he has been dying to make love to me, and that he would do it right now if possible.

My thoughts were interrupted by the honking sound of the bus pulling over. "Heigh-ho! We are here!". The driver yelled as the back door opened followed by the front door. And everyone got-off carrying his or her belongings.