#HisAdvice

I stared, and stared at the message. He did not just ask me about the day... What should I do? What should I DO?! How should I reply? I practically went frantic. But then it occurred to me that Edward was –for now- a total stranger. And yup, hadn’t my mother taught me not to tell anything to strangers?

@JustMiaN: I said it was just a typical bad day.

@hesloveturtles: No, you typed.

@JustMiaN: It's the same.

@hesloveturtles: Not at all. You have better chances to lie when you don't show your facial
expression.

@JustMiaN: I have no reason to lie to you.

@hesloveturtles: You have all the reasons in this world to lie to me.

I let out a sigh. He was right; I had every reason in this world to lie to him. So since I wasn’t in the mood to keep arguing with him…

@JustMiaN: Alright, I’ll tell you.

@hesloveturtles: OK, I’m all “eyes”.

Before I knew, I started to enjoy talking with Edward. I didn’t know why I chose him, out of all people, to convey the whole crazy bubbling problem with Angie and Brad (oh my wonderful lovelies). Maybe it was because he was a stranger and I just wanted to pour out all of my stress on someone (I’m just mean like that sometimes). Or I could stop being mean and pull out all my hair instead. Or maybe it was because he had been very persistent from the start, plus I had no other friends rather than Angela and Brad (he just became one of my -friends- recently. I never actually hung out with anyone. My timetable was always filled with different part-time jobs.)
I hope Edward neither study in my school nor happens to know Brad and Angie, otherwise I’d be so embarrassed if he knew the REAL me – the kid who doesn’t know how to mingle (sort of). Hold on a sec, why would I be embarrassed? I’ve been so used to being called by various not-so-positive nicknames. Ugh, I think something is wrong with my brain today. It’s your fault,
Brad. How could you be so imprudent?!

Speaking of Brad, I tried to reach him through the phone all the afternoon. And greeting my desperate self was a lovely lady: “The number you have dialed...” blah blah. Just lovely. I slammed my hands on the keyboard just to regret my stupid reaction a few minutes later. Blame the frustration.

Poor my little baby Macbook. Mommy is so sorry! You know mommy did not mean it, did you? Please be fine...

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What? I had worked my arse off for my little baby Macy. You didn't know how hard it was for me to surpass over two hundreds competitors from that writing competition. But my hardship was well-paid. Now I had Macy. So let her drown in mama’s love!

@JustMiaN: asdsafukhgrgulrhisfrfduh;ufgdvherfguwbfvgrhhjwf;l;’’/225

@hesloveturtles: I’d suggest you leave them alone. And get your keyboard a health check.

@JustMiaN: And just let Angie keep hating me for lying to her?

@hesloveturtles: She hates you?

@JustMiaN: Woman’s intuition.

@hesloveturtles: But she didn’t spew that right onto your face, right?

@JustMiaN: No.

@JustMiaN: Why on earth would she do so?

@JustMiaN: She would let guilt engulf me and slowly kill me inside out. Then I would crawl into
a corner and rot.

@JustMiaN: Then she would stand by my corpse and laugh in a way I probably have never heard before.

@JustMiaN: She’s basically like those evil witches in disguise who kill her victims when their guard’s down.

@JustMiaN: Oh my god

@JustMiaN: How dare her.

@JustMiaN: …

@JustMiaN: but yeah

@JustMiaN: Other than that, nope, she hasn’t said anything ‘bout that.

@hesloveturtles: That means she still cares for you enough to not make you sad. So she doesn’t hate you THAT much. And above all, this isn't your fault.

@hesloveturtles: You did nothing wrong. It was the dude who is at fault.

I leaned back on my chair, looking at the screen. Just by exchanging a few words with Edward, I found solace in a short period of time. He was a smooth, not to mention persuasive, talker. I came to that conclusion fully based on our conversation in this afternoon until now.

@hesloveturtles: Hey, I gotta go. Talk later?

My heart pummeled, which I had never expected. A small part of my brain squeaked how it wished he would stay while the rest of it, which was unexpectedly sane today, was busy arguing about how normal people should feel toward a person whom they barely knew. Well, not exactly knew, I meant we just got to talk with each other through the Internet for like approximately a quarter of a day?

@JustMiaN: Thanks for talking to me.

@hesloveturtles: That was definitely not the answer I was looking for.

I giggled at that. My fingers automatically typed out my answer to him which was obviously…

@JustMiaN:Yes, talk to you later.

@hesloveturtles: Sure thing. See you later. x

The corners of my lips curled up. My hands instantly went up to cover the smile as if Edward could see me through the screen with his eyes wide opened.

God, what is going on with me?

~*~

After having a “blissful” Sunday, the real nightmare came to haunt me. School. To be more accurate, high school. Even though I was good student, it never coped with ‘I enjoy school a lot.’ It was quite the opposite. Moreover, since I just woke up, there had been this harbinger taking all of my brain power and making me unable to review the previous lesson.
As I dragged my legs through the entrance, from afar, a tall, well-built figure lunged right at my direction. I didn’t even bother to dodge or be surprised. The answer for the question “-who” took me no less than a millisecond.

“Hi, Brad.” I threw at him my brightest smile before striding pass him. The guy didn’t waste any seconds to take a good hold of my collar and dragged me to the old library at where nobody paid any second glances.

“What the hell happened yesterday?” He grunted. Why did he make everything sound as if it was MY fault?

“Look in the m-” I snorted before snatching back my arm. Where he grasped a while ago started to ache. I hoped there was no finger marks on it.

“Enough with that. I’m serious.” Brad’s facial expression was excruciating. It made me wonder if something had happened. Wait, I forgot, of course, something had happened. This explained the whole bad premonition I got a while ago.

Angie is a nice person, that, I can guarantee you. But when she is mad, she turns into the worst bitch in the history of human being. I am not exaggerating anything. I meant every single word. She is the sweetest girl but at the same time, the meanest person. I know it’s a paradox but we can’t change the fact.

“Alright, she saw you walked out of Nando’s.” I took a deep breath and sighed.
The other’s pupils contracted while his lips were half-opened. I could tell that his body was stiffening as well. I guessed that he didn’t think that he was the main problem. At very beginning, I had already prognosticated this. I told him to be careful daily but he just couldn’t help making a mistake. And now I had to take 50 percent of the responsibility. Tell me about penalty for complicit.

“I-I thought she left.” He stumbled on the words.

“She waited for me ‘til my shift ended.” I glanced up at him. Brad looked away as he heaved a sigh, his hand moved up ruffling his blond hair in frustration. His usually bright cerulean eyes were dim and no longer ebullient; his countenance displayed a lack-of-sleep night. A moment ago, I was about to scold him but now, it was unnecessary. Seem like I wasn’t the only one who had suffered a catastrophic Sunday.

“What should I do?” He implored, looking miserable. My voice was at a loss for words, all of the thoughts that had occurred to me at that moment were Edward’s one single sentence.

‘I suggest you leave them alone.’

“I …”

‘Leave them alone.’

“I don’t know.” I replied to him.
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I really don’t know…

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