Chapter 5.1

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“You know that I support your relationship with him, right?” She smiles as she faces me. “Yes, Mom. I know.” She looks me in the eyes before she changes the topic. “Have you had your dinner?” “No, I'll just have my dinner later at home.” She tells me that we'll get home after she takes off her working suit and I tell her that I'll go in the restroom for a while. The restaurant will usually close at ten pm and will open at five in the morning. I turn on the faucet once I'm in the restroom and cup the running water with my palms and then bring it to my face. I place my palm across the vanity top and look at myself in the wide mirror in front of me. I let the drops of waters run down my face. I can't be more happier to what has occurred between Tyler and I because in recent days, the thought of ending our relationship was on my mind. Earlier, when I was on the main road, still near at school. I saw Tyler's car through the side mirror slowly pull over on the side road because someone, whom I didn't recognise, approached him midway. He's also a student because he's wearing a uniform but I don't think he studies at our school because the style, which I didn't recognise, of his uniform is way different from our's. I didn't think much about it but when I was on my way to the restroom, my eyes caught the guy again enter the restaurant. I looked behind him in hope to see Tyler with him but I felt a bit disappointment to find out he's only by himself. Looking at him, I can say Tyler is inches taller than him. I saw his eyes roam around as though he's looking for someone. However, I felt my forehead crease into a frown when he immediately turned his head away when he caught my eyes were on him. Like, what's that? He acted like there's something to suspect. My eyes lingered on him as he searched for a vacant table; He raised his hand to ask for the menu as he found one. Does he know about our relationship? Sometimes, I wonder if any of Tyler's friends do know about our relationship. My eyes catch someone through the mirror slip inside the restroom, he gets one cigarette from his pocket and puts it between his lips before he burns the filter tip with a lighter. I think he doesn't see the big 'no smoking' symbol plastered beside the door. I'm about to tell him that smoking inside is strictly prohibited but I change my mind when I suddenly hear him curse under his breath. I see him grip the edge of the vanity top tight that his veins in his arms become visible. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks above the ceiling, stifling his tears from pouring out. He puts out the cigarette from his lips before he stomps it beneath his shoe. He seems in so much pain. I don't want to sound nosey but he reeks of recent fight with somebody. I assume, her girlfriend just broke up with him. I turn on the faucet and splash my face with water once again. I see my cheeks redden as the coldness of the water seems to penetrate inside my pores. I fish out my clean handkerchief inside my pocket and dry my face. I take a one last glance of my face in the mirror before I decide to turn around and head outside. My lips curve into a smile when I see my mom behind the counter. Her back is on me. “Hey, Mom.” She tells me that she'll follow suit in the car because she has something to fix first. She doesn't tell me what she's going to fix. I feel myself halt halfway through the exit. I try to spot the guy but he's now out of sight. He really intrigues me—he piques my interest to know his relationship with Tyler because I have this feeling inside that he knows me and our relationship. I'm taken aback when I suddenly hear someone's voice behind my back. I turn around to see who might be it. It's the man in pain. He motions his hand for me to step aside. However, my eyes linger to his hand and I feel my brows curve upward at the sight of the very familiar tattoo below the back of his thumb. It's very subtle and tiny just like Tyler's. The sole difference is the letter K inside the circle of his tattoo. When he notices my eyes fixate on his hand—to his tattoo to be exact. He casually shoves it inside the pocket of his jeans. Well, I think it's just a coincidence. I can see the creases form between his eyebrows before he clears his throat. I notice there's a small cut on his left eyebrow. I hastily step aside because I clearly obstruct his way out. I mutter a sorry just under my breath and I try to sound sincere even though I'm not certain which I'm apologizing for: It's because I have blocked his way out or it's because I have seen his mini breakdown in the restroom? I think the apology is best fit for the latter. He casts me a glance before he walks past me with long strides. I see him take his hand off from his pocket and take a quick glance at his tattoo before he shoves it again inside. I follow his broad back with my gaze before I follow his steps toward the exit. Why did I even step aside when I could just continue walking? When he is one step away from the exit, he suddenly looks over his shoulder. He intentionally meets my eyes with his. He's telling me something through his eyes but I can't figure it out. He shots a quick glance at my side before he disappears outside the restaurant. I have this impression inside that we will meet again. My mom comes holding boxes of foods rather earlier than I thought just after I have my butt sat inside the car. We devour them on our way home. When we arrive, my stomach can't hold another foods because I shove everything in my mouth what's inside the boxes. after I kiss my mom on her cheek and say good night, I head straight into my room. My dad hasn't arrived yet. Mom told me that he went to visit one of our businesses in the city. The other day, as usual, Tyler and I met right after the last subject ended when we found an opportunity. I told Britney that I had something to get in my car so that she won't suspect. I actually feel bad for keeping secrets from her but I don't have a choice. But I promise to make it up to her sooner. Our spot hadn't enveloped by darkness yet since it was just around five but the surrounding had already started to dim and the temperature was starting to drop. We made sure that no one was around or paying attention in our spot before we let ourselves indulge into the moment. Tyler was sweeter than he was yesterday. He brought me cookies in the car. I could see his face redden a bit when he picked a box of cookies out of his bag and showed it to me. I didn't know where he got them because no one sells cookies in the school but he said that he baked them himself. I told him I didn't know he knew how to bake cupcakes and he said he learned it on youtube yesterday and then he said he added that he's been planning on learning how to cook because he wants to spoil me if we are finally living together in a same house. And I was like floating in the air. The thought of me and him sharing the same bedroom, sleeping in a same house and taking a shower together crossed my mind countless times already but I was too afraid to what might be his possible reaction and now that he was the one who said that. . . I couldn't take the grin off my face. My smiles were ear to ear taking advantage every second we were together in that car. I can say our relationship is really progressing and I can feel we are both loving every second moment we are together—and we love each other more than yesterday— I love him more than I was the other day. We made out after we shoved all the cookies inside our stomach—I kept one and he didn't know it. When we kissed I could taste the cookies through his soft lips. As usual, he didn't linger in my car but I wasn't the slightest upset about that. Instead, I suddenly thought why I shouldn't turn every moment we shared together into a book and I would let him read it once I finish it. That sounded pretty amazing idea but I immediately shoved that thought away because I knew to myself that I would just mess everything up. I'm the best reader you can get but writing? I would just drift my butt off to sleep because of my laziness. In a month, I could tell our relationship has improved drastically until one day, After our three hours practice ended, I received a text from him that he couldn't meet me because he had something to do and I told him it's OK and it's fine because it's not that it's the first time it happened. The event will be held next week and there will be students from different universities. I glance at the clock above the TV. It's already six in the evening. I have been glancing at the clock back and forth for almost one hour already since I landed my butt across the sofa. The reason? I don't know. Earlier, I was in the bathroom for almost three hours while my but glued across the toilet bowl. And now I'm on the fence whether to watch a movie or devour everything in the fridge—or I'll do neither of the two. Maybe, I'll just work my ass out. After Tyler texted me that evening, he hasn't shown up to me since then nor texted me which makes me a bit worried.
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