Chasing Hearts

Episode 3

"Should I just talk to my hand, Cameron?"

A furious voice of a girl burst the thoughts constantly playing on my head. Aly, arching her brow at me and looking impatient as ever scares the hell out of me. I moved away from her gaze and just did some stretching. We were supposed to review our lessons today but my mind keeps thinking of other things. Or maybe..a guy I've met days ago.

Meeting him is something I didn't expect that day. I even accompany and drank with him, woke up in his bed, caused troubles and yet, I failed to ask his name. How rude of me. He even told me that I'll be his personal assistant which I find confusing because why the hell I should be his PA. Is he some sort of a celebrity?

What if he is?

I shrugged the thought of him and just focused on reading our lessons however, I always end up staring at the letters and the sentences which seems unfamiliar. I frustratingly closed my notebook and turned at Aly. "We're friends right? Let me copy your answers later" I uttered then rest my head at the table.

She punched my shoulder and became more angry. "Friends tell each other everything. We're not friends anymore,Cam." It took me seconds to understand what she said then I burst laughing. She's really persistent to ask me about what happened days ago at the church. I can't blame her though. I just ran and didn't think of her that day.

"Are you serious? Then why are you still here talking to me? You're bothering me like usual,Aly" I jokingly implied and chuckled. "Quit joking around, Cameron. You've been hiding something from me." she squinted her eyes indirectly telling me that she knows something is suspicious. I just shrugged my shoulders and moved my head into the other direction. She pinched my side and I grimaced at the pain. "What the hell, Aly?" I blurted out.

"Then tell me what's going on with this photo you jerk?"

She then showed me a screenshot of an i********: story from days ago. Light leaks is clearly visible in the photo even the lights are almost pitch black. At the center was me, hugging the guy I've met while sitting at the sofa looking wasted. The guy's smirking looking directly at me. What the f**k?

"f**k that, Aly. Why is there a photo of me there?" I said, out of breath. "Ask your damn self, Cam. Why are you with Pierre Gustavo? How the hell did you know him?" matching how she's raising her voice, she also stood from her sit looking feisty and the next thing I know, she squeals in excitement?

I looked at her bewildered by her actions. Is she even normal? Sometimes I don't even know if I know her at all. She definitely has some problem going on inside of her head. "Answer, Cameron! The hot and popular Pierre Gustavo posted you in his i********: story! Why are you not happy about it?" she even happily jumped and swirled in her position while holding her phone.

I slightly grabbed her long wavy hair making her stop from her unnecessary actions. She raised her eyebrow and automatically lifted her knuckles to punch me. "Jesus, Aly. Act like a lady please." she stomped her foot then finally got back on her seat across me. "How did you know that guy? You're his friend?" I asked.

Her face instantly lift up and clung her arms around me. I abruptly raised my head and removed her embrace. "I really hope I'm friends with the mighty Pierre Gustavo. Our world will never meet, you know. He's out of our league" she sadly mumbled. Out of our league?

"Aren't you overreacting? Is he some sort of a celebrity?" I asked then arched my brow. She gradually nodded while her eyes are twinkling. My confusion got worse by her answer. "Really? Am I considered lucky if I told you that I already woke up in his bed, drank and been taken care of by that mighty Pierre Gustavo?" out of breath, it probably took her a minute to finally understand what I just blurted out.

"You could make a great writer, Aidan Cameron." she's partly laughing but you can see how restless her eyes are. If I am not telling the truth right now, it definitely feels nice to laugh at her face right this instant.

"I'm serious, Aly. That's why I'm asking you because I was with him last Sunday and I forgot to ask for his name."

"No freaking way, Cameron! No freaking way!" she screamed at the top of her lungs and even punched me continuously at my arms. I dodged her punches and moved away from her a bit. She even threw her bag at me and my quick reflexes caught it before it hit me right in the face.

"Am I now a bad b***h then?"

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Our class has ended and I am already organizing my things. While Aly is putting a face powder on her face, I am already done. She smiled at me knowing that I don't like waiting. I just sat on the armchair's desk and stared at her. "How are things with Rye?" she asked while still doing a retouch.

I was taken aback with her question. I don't even know what to tell her. Things got...bad. She told me we already ended but for me, I still want to hold on. How the hell I should live my life, with her telling me that I should just give up. And that I should move on.

How can she think that the pain will just automatically disappear if she will just tell me that I should move on?

Pathetic.

Or maybe I am.

I just really love her. I was too confident that we are the end game. We were young but I already know my feelings. We were okay. We were okay and then all of a sudden there's this phone call which ended in just 36 seconds. Remembering that night still makes my heart twitched in an unfamiliar feeling.

"I... " when did this become hard? I have no idea what to answer her right now.

"I don't know. We're done, I guess.." I uttered, in almost a whisper.

She stopped with her thing and looked at me. She walked on my direction at patted my shoulder. She then, combed my hair with her fingers. She didn't talk but her actions made me pitiful. She knew. She knew how hard it is for me.

It was. It still is.

I bit my lip to stop myself from letting the tears I've been hiding fell right on this moment. I didn't cry. I don't wanna cry. Crying will mean that I accepted it. I still love her. I still want to try again. I'll fix all my shortcomings and present myself as a brand new man. Rye deserves the best and maybe, I am still at the bottom.

God knows how much I really want her in my life.

I still f*****g want us to work again.

"Why don't we drink tonight?"

Without thinking much, I agreed. Looking at the club entrance right now, a strange yet familiar feeling attacked my senses. Two tall bulky bouncers guard the entrance of this high-end club. We were just walking straight without worrying about anything when they stopped us from our track.

"Minors are not allowed here." the fair skinned man uttered.

"I'm sorry but we're not minors, Sir." Aly countered.

"Your ID please." the other man asked.

We searched for our ID in our bag and presented it to them. He looked at it for more than a minute and still looks suspicious. I can clearly see Aly's frustration from where I was standing. "We may not look like it but we are not actually minors, Sir. We're both 20 already." I elaborated. They finally nodded and paved the way for us. I politely smiled and Aly walked past near me without glancing back at the guard.

Loud music echoes at the grounds of the club. Jam packed dance floor welcomed our sight and Aly's smile came back. She even whistled then dragged my hand across the crowd. Due to what she did, I accidentally bumped into someone. Aly lost her grip of me and I immediately got carried away by the crowd.

"Oh look who's here!" a familiar baritone voice exclaimed.

I turned at who it was, and what a freaking surprise.

Is this really happening again?