Chapter 10: Forgive Me?A Chapter by paparapapaHow will Faith and Steve clear up the misunderstanding?Recap: Faith’s
POV: “You’re
the biggest jerk there is,” I yelled at him. I wiped the tears that
were clouding my eyes. “You’re the one who should be explaining
right now. Princess saw you and Vanessa kissing and suggested that maybe you
were cheating on me, but I dismissed the thought because I trusted you! At
least I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to talk to you first before
I believe anything,” I paused for a while. “So is it true?” my voice
was quivering. It scared me to hear his answer. My
tears kept on flowing while I waited for his answer. But when a full minute
passed and I didn’t hear a reply, I stood up and walked away from the person
whom I’ve come to love " leaving half of my heart with him. Chapter 10: Forgive me? BEFOREbreakup Steve’s
POV: “Steve! You have a visitor!” dad shouted from downstairs. It was a
Saturday night but I chose to lock myself in my room instead of hanging out
with my friends or Faith which I usually do. “Tell
him to go to hell!” I shouted back. I knew it was David because he
texted me a while ago that he’ll come. My dad must have told him to go to my
room since I heard footsteps coming my way. “We
need to talk. I’ll explain everything,” he yelled while knocking at my
door. The music inside my room was drowning his voice. When I didn’t bother
responding, he continued. “Open this damn door or I swear I’ll take
her away from you,” he threatened me. That did it. I was fuming mad
that once I opened the door, I swung my right arm and my fist landed on his
left cheek. It was a good thing, or not, that my dad was behind him so he
caught David before he even stumbled on the floor. Dad made him stand up so I
clenched my fist, ready to attack once again. I’ll never get enough of this, I told myself. But when I was about
to throw another punch, my dad grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. “He
is your best friend for God’s sake,” he said exasperated. “He
was,” I hissed. “Calm
down and talk this out with him peacefully,” his voice was full of
authority, totally ignoring my comment. “Act like a grown man, son,” he
added. I
didn’t try to give him a comeback because deep inside me, I knew he was right.
I decided to control my anger knowing that I wouldn’t get anything from beating
David up and we won’t go anywhere. Wow, for once in my life, I actually
listened to my dad. I
went inside my room again and left the door open. My dad might have sensed that
I was already calm and that I wanted to talk to David alone because he excused
himself. David followed me inside my room and closed the door behind him. “I
heard what happened from Julian and Princess. You’re an idiot,” he
broke the silence. “Yeah.
It was very idiotic of me to have even trusted you both,” I countered. “Really
Steve? You trusted us? You don’t even know what that word means,” he
scoffed. “Yes,
I did, David, but you just broke it,” I told him bitterly, but he just
sighed. “Look,
I came here only to do my part and not argue with you. So listen to me, and
listen good. Also, let me finish first before you comment on anything, and if
in the end you still won’t believe me, then that’s not my problem anymore,” he
warned me. I chose not to reply, so he took it as a signal to start explaining.
He narrated every single thing that happened that Friday morning, and as his
story progressed, I couldn’t help but notice that it all made sense. But I kept
my mouth shut not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he snapped me out
of my stupidity. After all, I was still mad at him for not telling me much
earlier. When
he was done with the story, he still kept talking so I didn’t have a chance to
voice out what I was thinking, which was exactly what I wanted. “I’m
your best friend, man. I would never do anything that would mean betraying you.
But if you keep acting like a dumbass, then I’d surely steal her away from you.
You’ve hurt her more than enough. Oh, and let me remind you, relationships
involve trusting Steve. You should have known that when you decided to cross
the line. Think about it.” And with that, he left. Part of me was glad
that he didn’t bother hearing my side. Maybe he did sense my uncertainty, and
so he chose to let me be. Throughout
that weekend, all I did was think about her and about what I should I do.
Surely, I was the one in the wrong. I cursed myself whenever I remembered the
things that I said to her in the park. She must be hating on me now, I told
myself. By Sunday afternoon, I finally admitted to myself that I missed her. I
missed her so badly that I was tempted so many times to just go to her,
apologize and hold her in my arms for hours. But I knew that she needed her
space, that she also needed time to reevaluate her feelings. I just hoped that
when Monday comes, it wouldn’t be too late. When
Monday finally arrived, I woke up early so that I could still have time to look
for the person who could help me fulfill my plan for that day. When I arrived
at school, the hallways were still deserted. It actually felt weird and creepy.
I instantly searched for him and when I did find him, I told him my plan. At
first he hesitated since he knew that we’d be breaking some of the school’s
regulations, but I assured him that I would take all the blame and in the end,
he said yes. All that was left to do was wait for the right time. Faith’s
POV: Kriiiiiing! “Finally,”
I whispered to myself. That was actually one of the rare instances when
I am glad that one of my classes is over. Yeah, I know. I’m such a nerd. I
sighed. I was really having a bad day. It started when I entered the gates of
my school. Muffled whispers instantly covered the campus. What’s more was that
they didn’t even try hiding the fact that they were talking about me since they
were giving me meaningful sideway glances. Another thing that pissed me off was
that even though Steve and I had an eye contact when he entered the room, he
just dodged my gaze and quickly shifted his eyes away from me. I was absolutely
aware that we were in the middle of the famous ‘lovers’ quarrel’ (since we didn’t officially end our relationship) and
a very serious one at that, but I still silently hoped that he would at least
make an effort to reconcile with me. I
spent the whole weekend doing nothing but think of him. And every time I did, I
usually ended up crying myself to sleep. When I felt very emotionally exhausted
and didn’t want to cry any much longer, I called Princess to cheer me up
because she’s the one who always knows how to make me laugh. She just talked
animatedly about how things were going with Julian. I wasn’t very enthusiastic
about the topic not because I didn’t care about them because believe me, I do
and I’m very happy for them, but because it made me so freaking jealous. I
really wished things were back to normal. After about an hour of her gushing
about how cute Julian was, she finally ran out of things to say. But before we
hung up, she advised me to literally slap myself whenever I think of calling
him. She explained that it would help me snap out of my delusions and remember
that he cheated on me. I reminded
myself that it wouldn’t be too long before there’ll no longer be us, and it broke my heart just thinking
about it. Princess
turned towards me. “It’s lunch time and before you decline, may I remind you that as much
as you hate the stupid stares from our stupid schoolmates, we have to eat
because we have gym this afternoon,” she told me pointedly. The look on
her face meant that I had no choice so I just nodded. Also, I wasn’t going to say
no since I was dead hungry. I wasn’t in the mood to eat anything during
breakfast so now my stomach is rumbling. Ugh, I should have just forced myself
to eat breakfast so that in return, I could skip lunch. Well, guess what Genius?
You’re way too late. Princess
stood up and moved in front me, offering her hand. I took it and she pulled me
up easily. She then linked her arm across mine and pulled me with her as she
walked briskly towards the cafeteria. Once we were there, we looked for an
isolated table so that I wouldn’t catch any needless attention. Julian wasn’t
with us because he told us that he had something to do while David was doing
exactly what he told me last Friday. I sneakily
scanned the place for a familiar face when a very loud sound made me jump in my
seat. It definitely came from the speakers which were strategically placed all
over the school. These are only used when the student council’s Public
Information Officer has important announcements to make. The regular noise
inside the cafeteria immediately died down when Jack, our school’s P.I.O.,
started talking. “Hello
everyone. This may surprise you but today, I don’t bring any announcements,” he talked
slowly as if he was still hesitating whether or not he should do it. Well, I
couldn’t blame him. Our broadcast control room was strictly made for these announcements. It was clearly
written in our student handbook which I have read twice before I entered this
school, freshman year. Whispers started to take over the place again. Some
people were hushing on the others, their faces full of curiosity. When Jack
finally continued after a long pause, everybody shut their mouths up. “A friend
of mine has asked for a favor, and so he’s here today to… try to get someone
back,” he pronounced the last few words slowly as if he was reading from
a script. The crowd responded with a lot of “aaaw’s” and giggles. Amused, I
shook my head at them with a pleased smile on my face. I couldn’t help but
think that the person behind this is crazy for even pulling this stunt. “Please
lend him your ears, especially ‘you.’ So
here he is… ‘The biggest jerk there is.’” My heart started hammering so
loud as soon as I heard the exact words that I used to describe him. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Please let it be
someone else. Please? I closed my eyes as I silently prayed that it would
be another crazy person, not Steve, but my eyes immediately flew open in horror
when I heard the voice that I dreaded to hear the most at that time. “Hi
everyone,” his British accent surprised all of us. “Oh my
God, it’s Steve,” a blonde girl proudly screamed as if she was
the only who got it. “I’m sorry
to have disturbed your lunch time, but I really have something to say to this
girl who once called me the biggest jerk there is. You know what? You’re
totally right.” And with that, loud music started to play. Oh please no. He once told me that he
really couldn’t sing. And believe me when I say that it’s completely true. It’s
not just false humility. I heard him once while he was singing along to the
music of Bruno Mars when we were on his car and he thought I was asleep. He was
totally off-key and his voice cracked at some points. It was really hard for me
at that time to suppress my laugh. “This is
Sorry by Buckcherry, right?” I heard a geeky voice ask someone
behind me. “Yeah. I
totally love this song,” a girly voice responded. “Oh my.
This will be the first time I’m gonna hear Steve sing!” the blonde
girl from a while ago exclaimed. This was then followed by cheers from her
posse. But
everybody laughed their heads off when Steve started. I sighed in relief
initially, but later bit on my lower lip to stop myself from laughing.
Apparently, Steve found another way to embarrass himself but to a lesser extent.
What he did was he recited every line of the song as if it was a poem. Well, I
should give him credit for his very good timing. Oh I had a lot to say, was thinking on my time
away I'm sorry you're blue, I'm sorry about all things I said to you I love all your sounds, And baby the way you make my world go round The
lyrics, oh I mean the lines, tugged my heartstrings. And not only that, the way
he delivered it with all seriousness even though what he did was absolutely
hilarious was very heartwarming. He uttered each word as if he meant it. It
brought tears in my eyes, that when he was finally done, Princess handed me her
handkerchief. I took it, wiped my tears and smiled at her gratefully. She just
responded with a teasing smile on her face. “I’m
really sorry Faith,” he continued. I blushed hard when I realized
that he finally said my name. People turned their heads towards me. Some smiled
while most of the girls glared at me. “I was an *sshole last Saturday and I’m not
proud of it.” I saw Mr. Wilkins on the corner of my eye stand up not
looking happy with Steve’s choice of words. “The old me would have been, but you’ve
changed me into someone that I thought I could never be. I know that you hate
me to death right now, but please let me make it up to you. If you’re still
willing to listen to me, I’d like to meet you same place… uhm, after classes
because I’m positive that I would be suspended for the rest of the day,” his
voice was so sincere that my heart felt full. “You bet
Mr. Grant,” Mr. Wilkins commented loudly. A series of
different kinds of laughter followed. I didn’t bother hiding the genuine smile
that crept on my face. I wasn’t
able to see Steve for the rest of the afternoon so he must really have been
suspended. The thought of meeting him later made me giddy but scared at the
same time. The feeling of fear stemmed from the fact that we still have to talk
about David and of course, Vanessa. He didn’t really say yes to cheating on me,
but that was the message that came across when he didn’t say anything after I
asked him. I just hoped that we could work things out before we even lose our
patience and snap at each other. After our
last class was done, I hurriedly picked up my bag and went straight to Princess
who was already standing at the doorway. I still couldn’t believe how fast she
moves. There have been a lot of times already when I seriously thought she’s
the female version of Flash. Vivian picked us up again but instead of dropping
me home, I told her to just drive me to the park where I was supposed to meet
Steve. When we arrived there, Princess wished me luck and I immediately got out
of the car and waved goodbye to them. I instantaneously acquired the same
feeling that I experienced last Saturday when I saw the same figure sitting
exactly on the same spot. I
approached him from the back, my heart standing still, afraid that it’ll just
happen all over again. However, once he heard dry grass crunching as I took
another step towards him, he stood up and turned towards me with a boyish but
worried smile on his face. “Hey,” he said
awkwardly. “Hi,” I
nervously smiled. “I’m
really glad you came,” he smiled genuinely. “Well,
after what you did I just couldn’t find the heart to say no,” I said
slowly while scratching the left side of my head. I sometimes do it when I feel
embarrassed. He reached for my left hand, and I blushed at the electrifying
contact. Geez, hormones. He held it with his and stared into my eyes. I fought
hard not to giggle like a little girl. He always has that effect on me. I tend
to go hoity-toity even with just one eye contact. “I’m
really sorry, Faith,” he interrupted my girly delusions. “If
only I could turn back time, I definitely would. I want to erase those hurtful
words that I said to you. David already told me everything that happened, and I
now believe that for our relationship to work, we should learn how to trust
each other. You played your part but I didn’t.” A tear fell from his
eyes. I instinctively reached out for it with my right hand and wiped it away.
But before I could pull it away, he caught it with his right hand and placed it
on his cheek. I felt tingles everywhere when he kissed my palm. Tears were also
starting to pour out of my eyes. “Please forgive me?” he pleaded. I fought
the urge to say yes because I knew we still had something to talk about. The
one thing that I dreaded the most. “What about Vanessa?” I pulled my
hands away from his grasp. “The kiss…
It was a mistake. She kissed me but I didn’t pull back because I wanted to know
what was happening to me,” he struggled to find the right words. “What do you mean?” I urged him even though my heart was badly hurting. “That
night I was really confused. I realized that something has changed within me,
but I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t like the feeling. I wanted to know
what I would feel if I kissed another girl other than my girlfriend. I know
this sounds stupid, but I got really scared. I thought I would feel
satisfaction just like old times, but all I felt was disgust. Please believe
me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I really, really like you and it would pain me
if we’re just going to end like this,” he mumbled rapidly. My heart
felt like it was torn apart when he told me that he really liked me. Right, of
course he didn’t love me. Another tear fell from my eyes. But even so, all I
could think of was having him back. It didn’t matter how stupid he sounded
because all I heard was the sincerity in his voice. It didn’t matter how martyr
I looked at that time. All I wanted was to be in his arms again. So I crossed
the remaining distance between us, wiped his lips with my arm repeatedly as if
trying to erase the remnants of Vanessa’s kiss, and kissed his reddening lips.
He immediately cupped my face and kissed me back while trying to wipe away the
tears that were still trickling on my cheeks. After a while, he broke the kiss
to look me in the eyes. “That’s
you trying to say you forgive me, right?” he
whispered. I just smiled teasingly and again kissed him. I just couldn’t get
enough of him. And when we were out of breath, he pulled his head back, bit his
lip and muttered “Good answer.” But
before I could respond, he continued. “Wait, what happened to your right cheek? It
looks swollen and painful,” his face was full of worry. “Trust me,
you don’t want to know,” I smiled. © 2011 paparapapaAuthor's Note
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