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It was almost the end of our last year at high school which
means Prom was coming. Everyone looked forward to that day; everyone was
looking forward to dance with a super model of the school, Lisa, who was known
as the queen of beauty. And here we are trying to look cool in front of a
mirror with our suit on. Monica paid no notice to our suit; she was reading
Playboy magazine in the couch.
“What should be the color of my tie? Any idea, dudes?” I
asked, trying to put different color on
“Purple,” replied Monica without even glimpsing at my suit
I put the purple on; it looked nice though.
“You are not trying anything, boyish creature? Don’t tell me
you will be wearing your 5-year-old jeans and that torn tee to prom!” I asked
“Not your business, dude” She replied absentmindedly
“Let us see you in dress, Mo! How crazy you will look in the
dress? Can’t imagine!” Marco teased
We had a good laugh; we laughed until our stomach ached.
Frankly, we hadn’t seen Monica put on any other clothes beside jeans n her
black tees.
We hadn’t seen her for a week since that day. We wondered
where on earth she had been, so I called her, but that boyish creature had
switched off her phone. Her family was not in town either; our teacher said her
father was on leave; and we had no way to contact her. Damn this girl, she had
no other means of communication besides her phone which was most of the time off.
Three weeks later, she remained nowhere to be found until
one late night, when I was on way home, I saw somebody in the distance and
instantly recognized it was her, my heart was pounding fast in that brief
moment; maybe it was anger that cause the beat. She looked funny though; she
must have had a hard time fighting with those nasty mosquitoes, but what the
heck is she doing here, I thought.
I walked towards her and yelled out, “where the hell were
you, boyish creat—“ I couldn’t finish my statement…
I felt my body was getting warmer despite the cold late
night breeze that was touching every part of me. I heard somebody was sobbing
in my chest; I felt Mo’s arms around my waist, and a minute later, I got numb—
I opened my wardrobe; I dared not to look at the mirror
inside the door. I did at last. My reflection was staring at me, asking me what
had I done and what should I do next? No matter how much that guy asked, I had
no answer to give him. I closed the door and laid flat on my mattress, trying
to remember what had happened 10 minutes ago.
Mo ran to me, hugged me, and cried her eyes out. I stood
still for five minutes until she cleaned her eyes, stepped back and said ‘I
miss you, dude! I love you, and I mean it,‘ finishing what she had to say, she
walked away into the dark street until she could not be seen. Hearing her
statement, I didn’t blink; I breathed shallowly; I couldn’t even close my lips
that form the word ‘creature’.
I couldn’t figure out the reasons she said these words; for
all the time, I had been treated her like one of my dudes; for all the time I
had been very cruel to her, and worst of all, for all those times I had been
admiring Lisa’s beauty and told her how much I loved Lisa. I noticed nothing
but saw her laughing and teasing me every time my friends matched me with the
girl.
She must have been hidden her feeling for long enough until
she could no longer keep it and let it out like this. She must have had a hard
time. But, what could I do? Well, nothing!
I had been such a coward since then. I canceled all the hanging
out plans with my dudes and other friends by providing them silly excuses. None
of them believed my lies. My dudes tried to keep me updated of what was going
on with them and Mo, but every time, they mentioned Mo, my ear turned
automatically off. I heard nothing no matter how hard my 4 idiots laughed in
front of me.
Prom Night drew near. I’d been lying in bed, looking at my
black suit and purple tie. Mo had a good taste; dark purple goes great with
white shirt, I couldn’t agree more. I had no idea how to confront her, and I
guess, she was the same.
Finally, Prom was this evening. The five dudes were ready;
we tried to reach our boyish creature; but her phone was off. We dropped her a
text telling her we would be waiting at the hotel.
Lisa was glamorous! She was gorgeous as always, undoubtedly
the queen of the night will be her. I regretted wearing a purple tie; if I had
put on the blue one, it would have matched Lisa’s elegant dress.
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