Chapter 9 - His Thought
1262 Words
Xayne Zacksworth
I woke up in the morning not knowing what happened last night. I do not remember a single thing except I punched a man who was dragging Julie. He was forcing her. At first, I did not recognize Julie because she changed so much. I only recognized her when I heard her voice.
I got up from lying on the bed and sat down to look for my phone on the table. I saw my phone and next to it was a glass of water with a note and medicine.
Who brought me here?
I suddenly remembered mom, she always leaves me milk in the morning before she goes to work, and she never forgets to leave a sticky note with her message. I smiled when I remembered my mom. I suddenly missed her.
I cooked a soup for you, please heat it first before you eat it.
Julie-
So, she did it again. Taking care of me when I got myself drunk. She always bothers herself by helping me. What did she see in me by the way?
My suit changed into shirts and pajamas. How did I even manage to change myself when I do not remember what happened last night? Did Julie change my clothes too?
Julie...
My eyes widen when a glimpse of memories started to flash in my mind. I drank too much alcohol, I asked Julie about Alodia and I tried to open someone else's car door.
What the hell have I done?!
I was about to head to the kitchen for the soup when someone suddenly knocked at my door. I opened the door of my condo and Miguel's worried face show up in front of me.
"Dude! You're here!?" He asked with a worried tone.
What is with him? Did I do something?
"What's wrong?" I asked and let him inside. He went straight to the kitchen and grab a plate and spoon.
"I was so worried last night. You and Julie were lost at the party. I tried to contact you and Julie but you both never answered my calls and texts" he said as he tried to heat up the soup. "Where are you last night and why do you look so wasted?" He said looking at me from head to toe.
I do not know if I should tell him what happened last night or not. I think there is nothing wrong with telling him about Julie since there is nothing weird that happened between me and Julie. She just took care of me and nothing else.
I sat on the chair in front of him and looked at the soup that Julie made. She made a soup, enough for two people.
"Julie sent me home because I was drunk, and she cooked the soup that you are heating," I said casually.
I saw him flinch and looked at me with a surprised reaction.
"She did what?" He asked.
"I do not like to repeat what I just said," I said and stood up to turn off the stove. I grab the bowl and spoon and took a warm soup. I head back to my chair to start eating. I need to drink the medicine that Julie recommends.
"Why would she do that? You never let a woman enter your condo except for your mom" He asked.
Isn't it obvious? Because she likes me so she will take care of me.
"I was drunk, and I do not know how she managed to enter my condo" I answered and eat the soup in front of me.
The soup was delicious. I had never tasted a soup like this before. I did not know that Julie can cook food this good. I remembered that she also cooked a soup for me last time however, I threw it at the trashcan because I was so mad that I let her enter my condo.
"She still likes you huh. What did she even see in you?" Miguel stops eating and looked at me seriously.
"I also asked the same question myself a while ago and I do not know the answer. How about you? What did Alodia see in you?" I asked back.
Pain. I suddenly felt pain in my chest. My throat was dry that it made me difficult to swallow. She is still here in my heart and mind. I cannot forget about Alodia. I wanted to forget her, but I cannot.
He lowered and shook his head. He did not speak instead, he continued eating the soup. Miguel never said something about the person he likes.
I know the answer. Same as me.
Since the day I met her, she always looked for me to say good morning. Whenever I got a problem, she will be volunteered to support me. She annoyed me the most every time she tried to tell the whole world how much she likes me. Although I always ignored and rejects her, she keeps on doing the same thing. She did not know when to give up.
"Why don't you give Julie a chance?" Miguel suddenly suggested.
What is gotten into his mind? Chance? I am not even interested in Julie. She is like a diehard fan, almost a stalker who keeps trying to know everything about me. Wherever I go she is there. She even sends me expensive gifts on my birthday, Valentine's, Christmas, and holidays are not an exemption.
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
"Julie is a good girl. She likes you. She always does her best for you to notice her, she always helps you without asking something in return. She never forces you. She even cheered you up whenever you are down" Miguel explained.
I know that she likes me however, I have no intention to notice her effort at all. Why? because I am scared that I might hurt her.
We all knew from the very beginning that I do not like her at all. If I made her my girlfriend, the reason behind that will be because I pitied her, and I do not want that to happen.
I promised Alodia that night that I will never like any other girls except her. Even though Alodia keeps telling me to give Julie a chance, she knows that I cannot do that because I only see Julie as a schoolmate and friend. Nothing more.
I promised that I will take care of Julie and help her if she needs help, but I never promise to like or love Julie back.
"Dude, you are lucky that there is a girl who is ready to do and give her everything for you. How I wish to have a girl like her?" He said, giving me a faint smile.
"Instead of pushing her from me, why don't you court her. That is your idea by the way?" I said. I sense something different from him. The way he talked and defends Julie looks like he likes her.
"No, I have someone I like" He smiled at me. "Try to think about it bro" He stood up after eating. He pats my shoulder and left without washing the dishes he used.
That man tricked me again by spouting some nonsense so he can get a free meal. He always speaks what is on his mind except for his personal matters. Miguel was no different from me. He loves to fix other people's problems but he hates when someone tried to help him.
Give her a chance huh? I will think about it.
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