Today was a university day, and although I didn't want to go anywhere, I couldn't just stay lying in my bed thinking about breaking up with Chace—because I had already done it. Unbelievably, I actually did it.
I don't even know if it was truly the right thing to do. I haven't stopped loving him, not by a long shot; I wish it were that easy, but it isn't. Classes were terrible. I was in a foul mood. I wanted to stay home and pretend to be sick, but unfortunately, that didn't happen; my wonderful sister practically dragged me to the car. Usually, Chris gives me a ride, but for some reason, Lia decided to do it today.
As I walked toward the exit, I saw Weza, and when she saw me, she didn't hesitate to give me a warm hug.
"—How are you?" she asked, and I realized she already knew the outcome.
"Who told you?"
"Chace called Dame, and he wasn't happy at all. They fought over the phone for technically an hour; he was really upset that we left you at the club."
"That again?" I asked. "But it doesn't matter anymore. We broke up, so Chace doesn't matter to me. I don't give a fuck about anything to do with him now." I lied through my teeth.
"Until yesterday, your life was Chace and only Chace, and now you want to act like you don't care about him?" she asked skeptically. "Sure."
"Should we do the research at your house? I don't want to be at my place today," I asked as we walked toward Weza's car.
"No problem."
...
"I think I'm going to look for a job," I said out of the blue, and she focused her attention on me.
"Have you thought about what you want to do? It's pretty exhausting working and studying at the same time."
"I know, but I'm twenty years old. I don't want to depend on my sister forever, much less my parents."
"It wouldn't be forever. If you just focused on your studies, you could prioritize other things later."
"Well, it was just a thought..." I said. Minutes later, a familiar song started playing outside Weza's house.
We looked at each other as the voice of Finding Hope began to sound louder with the song "Love."
(I love you, ooh) (I love you, ooh) ... I've said it before, and I'll say it again I wish we were more than friends You know I love the way you dress, I love your style Every moment I spend with you, I can't stop my smile I've thought about it, and I'll think about it again When are we gonna stop pretending? I just wish you'd make up your mind Let me love you and we'll be just fine ...
"Is Dame serenading you?" I asked, smiling like an idiot as she ran to the door.
"It's not Damon." She looked petrified at the door, piquing my curiosity.
I walked slowly to the door, looking at her in confusion. When I finally saw what was happening on the other side, my jaw dropped. It definitely wasn't Damon. It was Chace.
I know I can't keep chasing you if you don't feel anything Or if you don't feel the same way for me I know I can't keep chasing you And babe, if that's the case, then just know that ... (I love you, ooh) (I love you, ooh) (I love you, ooh) (I love you, ooh)
"I don't believe it..." I said more to myself than to Weza.
"He loves you," she smiled sarcastically, and I made a face at her.
I couldn't stop looking at Chace. He was outside his car with the doors wide open and the music blasting at Weza's doorstep, holding a bouquet of flowers. What on earth did he think he was doing?
When the music finished, he walked up to us with the roses in his hand and gave them to me.
"I know this seems ridiculous, but I'm trying. and I will keep trying until I have you back," he said. He didn't even wait for me to say anything; he simply went back to the car, closed the doors, and drove away.
"Bye Chace..." Weza said, not really putting much heart into it. He responded with a weak smile and left.
I looked at her with disapproval, and she simply went back inside. What just happened?
"What exactly was that?" I asked as soon as I walked in.
"Well... I think Chace did a very modern serenade, obviously."
"Did you tell him I was here?"
She looked at me, confused. "You know, that offends me."
"What?"
"Are you insinuating I talked to him? I wouldn't even have a reason to do that. He probably knows that if you aren't at your house, it's possible you're at mine."
"Well, I don't know why I asked either. Until last week, you hated him."
"I never hated him. I just didn't like seeing you martyring yourself for him. it wasn't fair to anyone."
"Fine."
It didn't take long for her phone to start ringing. She answered, and within the first thirty minutes, I realized she was talking to Dame. They are so sappy. I didn't hesitate to grab my headphones and connect them to my phone.
By the first five songs, I had finished my work, and Weza was still talking to Dame. When I looked at her, she was all smiles. I took off the headphones and signaled to her that I was leaving. I don't think she even noticed, but I simply left and it didn't take long to get home.
"Hey family," I said as I entered, and without waiting for a response, I quickly went up to my room. I wasn't in the mood to keep talking. I was feeling a bit low on energy for socializing.
I took a shower, prepared my bag for the next day, organized my notebooks, set out my clothes, and tidied everything that was messy in my room. When I went down for dinner, Chris was no longer home. I served myself some of the food Chris had made, and it was actually good—he's really talented in the kitchen. With nothing else to do, I stayed in the living room watching TV. Today was Monday, so Lia was going to spend the night at work.