Three
1347 Words
"Listen, Breaker."
I receive the call coldly.
"Never Ever call me again! EVER"
This is the thousandth time I've told him but clearly, his ears need some check up.
Breaker chuckles on the other end of the line.
"Mi' Amor-"
I cut him off the minute I hang up and immediately block the number.
This is the sixteenth number that I'm blocking. I'm not even joking.
Breaker and I broke up back in high school. He was the first boy to introduce me to this painful process called heartbreak. I decided to dump his dumb ass officially and he's never stopped trying to get back with me ever since.
Even in college, Breaker would show up just to give me flowers. Flowers that he'd stolen from an old man's garden (I found this out later on). He couldn't spend a few dollars to buy me flowers so he opted to steal. That's Breaker for you. Never spent a dollar on me.
And that's the guy that's trying so hard to get back together with me after all these years?
I wanted Breaker so bad that I was willing to wait for him to change. I was really dumb to think that he would change. But he didn't. I guess it's because he didn't give the slightest s**t about me. And now that I don't want his dumb ass, he's all over the place trying to be Romeo and forcing me to be his Juliet.
Someone please make me understand this species of creatures called 'men'. Someone come up with a formula for me to understand them please!
Miguel, who sits on the desk next to mine, takes off his coat and hangs it on the back of his seat. He folds the sleeves of his shirt and takes off his round sunglasses. He wipes them with a piece of tissue and puts them back on again.
After raking back his brown hair, he stares sharply at me.
"That ex of yours calling again?" He asks nonchalantly.
"Unfortunately." I growl.
"And," Miguel observes and chortles. "What's with the pants. You hate pants."
"I don't hate pants," I correct. "I just don't wear pants to the office."
"Because you hate pants," he adds.
I roll my eyes.
"You win."
He dangles with the pen on his desk.
"You look sexy today though... I'm used to you in dresses that don't let you breath."
I chuckle.
"You noticed?"
Wendy didn't notice.
"How wouldn't I? You look ridiculous in that pantsuit honestly."
I huff.
"Get used to the new me."
"Does this have anything to do with that psycho ex that can't stop calling you?"
I glare at him and yell.
"NO!"
"Gee! It was a question," he says, rolling his eyes. "Don't kill me! Christ!"
Miguel seems to be a little too interested in me this morning. I wonder if he likes me better in pantsuits.
He continues.
"You've never really told me what this ex did to you."
"Because you never asked."
"Well, now I'm asking, Mabby."
Miguel was hired in The Tea Media Company ten months ago. Through those ten months, he's been calling me Mabby despite the fact that I've repeatedly and angrily corrected him. But he won in the end. Now he baptised me the 'cute' name of Mabby.
"He was an asshole."
"All men are assholes when you like them back," he responds. "Tell me something new."
I giggle.
"Can we stop talking and do some work? I'm trying to write my article."
He rolls his eyes.
"You've not even turned on your computer."
Fuck! I can't even turn on a computer...
"Plus, you hate work." He adds.
"Well, not today. Can we talk over some coffee instead?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
I roll my eyes.
"Shut your fat mouth. I mean talking over coffee during teabreak..."
He frowns.
"You know I have anxiety. I can't wait that long to hear the 'tea'."
Uuuugh! Can he just shut up? There's a tornado waiting to explode inside me! I swear to God if he keeps talking...
He smiles innocently.
"Let's make a deal."
I nod reluctantly.
"You tell me what that psycho ex did to you and I'll zip it!"
He purses his lips and gestures 'zipping'.
"You'll shut your fat mouth?"
"I'll take it to the gym. I Promise."
Breaker...
Oh, Breaker...
Breaker and I dated back in high school when I was stupid and young and inlove. He was the first boy I had an ENORMOUS crush on...
His flawless face. His gorgeous green eyes. His crazy blue hair. His perfect nose piercing. His denim jacket. His dark pants. His black bike. His swagger and swaying.
But he never noticed me.
He dated ONLY the ladida girls in high school. Those perfect slender girls with long legs and perfect hair who made girls green with envy and boys to drool at their sight.
But I wasn't one of those girls.
So obviously, he didn't notice me.
Until he did.
It was my last year in high school. That cursed day when he came to our lunch table and said,
"I want to take you out on a date tonight. I know you're crazy about me."
Wendy and Lex immediately DISLIKED him because of that statement.
But I didn't.
Strangely, I found that statement so cocky and sexy. He talked like those badboys in romance books who were sweet poison. Sweet poison I gladly picked. No, he picked me.
And ladies and gentlemen, that was my first time to get asked out on a date by a guy. Not only any other guy. But my long-time crush!
Well, the whole date he talked about himself and his piercings and how nobody gets that he's actually a great cool guy. I was shocked when he asked me to pay fully for the bill. That was a huge red flag but I was nuts about the guy back then.
I chose to lie to Wendy and Lex that he was great the entire date and he liked me. You know, to dupe them into liking him a little.
But they didn't!
We dated for three and a half months. He kept cheating with random girls. Even cheating openly. But he would later crawl back to me and tell me that he loved me and I would happily take him back. And he would do it again. And again and again. And I was so stupid to let him.
I was the school clown.
He literally made me the laughing stock of the entire school.
"But you're not letting me make love to you, Mi' Amor! I need to f**k. I need s*x. A man needs s*x, pretty. And I'm a man. And if you don't give goodies to me, I go hunt for them somewhere else. But I don't love those cheap bitches. You're my b***h. It's you I love. Only you, Mi' Amor."
He used to cup my face in his hands and feed me those lies and I would fall for them. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was just scared to face it...
Breaker didn't love me...
He hated me.
You don't do such stuff to someone you love. You don't make a fool of them. You don't make them look like a fool to everybody.
"What is it that made you decide to leave him finally?" Miguel asks curiously.
It still breaks my heart to date.
The office phone rings, cutting off our little story time.
"Yes, sir."
"To my office!" Mr. Wales booms.
I'm about to respond but Mr. Wales cuts me off when he hangs up. My boss has never once talked to me in such a harsh tone. And he's never called me to his office this early. Something is up.
I frown and look at Miguel in alarm.
"I think I'm in hot soup. Wales is calling me to his office."
Miguel stares at me suspiciously.
"Maybe he's seen the viral video."
"What video?" I ask obliviously.
"YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE VIDEO?"
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