It all started one night, January 25 to be precise. I opened my instant messenger using my mobile phone. I wanted to see if anyone had sent me an instant message. There were no messages. I almost closed my messenger. But when I saw one of my online friends, I decided to send him an instant message. I can't tell you his real name, so let's just call him Cheesecake*.
Okay, so I sent Cheesecake a message containing only one word... "expulsion." Why did I send him this message? Well, it was because I had a problem related to that word and whenever I had a problem, I wanted Cheesecake to know about it. His reply was a simple "Huh?" That's when I told him what my problem was. Okay, okay, I'll tell you guys what that problem was.
At my school, some first year students were being cruel, lying tattle-tails. Why? Because they told our principal that some of the second year students from the second section were hurting them or being mean to them, which, of course, wasn't true! None of us, the second year students, have ever been mean to any first year students. We treated them like we would any other student. We treated them like our FELLOW students with respect. But did they do the same thing? NO!
While I was telling this to Cheesecake, I couldn't help myself but cry. It was too bad he couldn't see me. I told him that it was so hard to "narrate" a story when on mobile and that it was his fault because he didn't reply to my text messages anymore. He told me that he didn't have regular load, and I respected that, but I was infuriated at the message that came after. He said "friend mo lang naman pala eh (It's only your friend)." I guess he thought that only one of them might not be able to enroll for 3rd year. But that wasn't the reason I was angry. I was angry because he said that it was ONLY my friend. Well, for his information, I value every single one of my friends. Then I told him that it wasn't only one of my friends but eight. He didn't reply for a while, so I waited. And after that "while" was done, he replied with "I don't care." Those three words hit me like a bullet. It tore me apart to think that he didn't care. He made me so mad that I sent him two text message telling him how I felt about those words. And no, there were no bad words included. I just called him a heartless jerk.
I guess only time can tell if we'll ever make-up.
*The reason why I wanted to call this guy "Cheesecake" was because I heard news on the radio about the LARGEST CHEESECAKE in the world!
~I don't care... but I secretly do~
This is a story that just popped up my head. It is in no way related to what happened between me and Cheesecake. But I decided to use the real story for the beginning of this fictional one. So, well, I guess we can say that it's somehow related to what really happened, because I'm using some portions of it for this one that I made-up. Oh, you get the picture!
The dialogue in dark red are "my" words. And the ones in a lighter shade of red are Eric's (fictional).
It all started one day when my friend Eric and I were having an argument about something that happened at school.
"I can't believe this is happening!"
"Don't bother. They're just your friends"
"Just my friends? And I suppose you're thinking that you're not one them?"
"No. I know I'm one of them. But you shouldn't fuzz about it. You're not the one getting expelled."
"That's not my point! My friends are important to me. I'd gladly sacrifice my life if ever they were in any trouble. And besides, it's not just one. There are eight of them!"
"Eight? hm mm... I don't care."
"How could you not care?!"
"Dunno. I just don't care."
"Oh, so does that mean you wouldn't care if I left?!"
"hm.. Yeah!"
"What do you care about then?"
"My life."
"Oh, great. Now you're just being selfish."
"I don't care"
I was angry and upset. I couldn't stand it anymore so I decided to change the topic. Maybe in that I way I could keep him from saying those three words again. But I would soon prove myself wrong.
"So Eric, your grades at school are dropping. I think you're becoming distracted with those computer games you've been playing."
"I don't care."
"Um, I heard your mom got promoted on her job."
"I don't care."
"hm, well, I..."
Before I could even finish my statement, he suddenly butted in and said:
"Look, Isabelle, I don't care, okay?! So will you please stop?!"
I was speechless. I couldn't do anything but stare at him. I was about to cry, but I remembered that I made a promise that I wouldn't let anyone see me crying again.
"Okay. I've stopped."
"Good."
"So I guess you wouldn't care if I died now."
Eric murmured something inaudible. But before he could say anything, I ran off so that he wouldn't see me crying. The thing I said about dying was just something that popped into my mind. I wasn't going to commit suicide. But as I was crossing the street, I was completely lost in thought. So many things were running through my head. I didn't notice that there was this speeding car quickly approaching me. I thought I was going to die. I saw my whole life flash before my eyes. But I didn't get hit by the car. I was saved. I was saved by Eric! He pushed me out of the way. So instead of me getting hit by the car, Eric was the one who got hit.
As soon as this happened, I immediately called the local emergency hot line.
I was beside Eric as he was laying unconscious in the hospital. He had casts on his right arm and left leg. I felt so stupid. How could I let this happen to my friend. Then he woke up. I wanted to hug him, but I restrained myself from doing so because he might get hurt even more. I started to cry when I saw him opening his eyes. I was happy that he was still alive. Then he said something that would forever leave a mark in my heart.
"I care."
Hearing those words made me cry tears of joy. I gave him a kiss and told him to go back to sleep. And I was watching him sleep, I thought to myself:
"So this little twerp does know how to care."
~The End~
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