Boyfriend
Today is a special day. Nothing special, but I always find joy in small things. Today, I'm excited to watch a drama series, parts of which I've forgotten how many times I've seen before.
I hum along to my favorite song, "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding. The limited classes today give me some free time.
As I ponder on the world without so-called love, I consider how people say love is blind. While I agree that love can be blind, I refuse to believe in that foolish, destructive kind of love. I don't understand why people chase after love that betrays them and destroys their faith and life.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Risa White, 17 years old, with only a few months left before I become an adult. I'm not a girl who seeks a man's support.
My first love came at 14, a young age, but it also brought betrayal—an unforgettable one. A tear falls from my eyes, swiftly wiped away.
"s**t, b***h. Where are you?"
Ah, it's the voice I've been waiting for. My self-created drama series begins.
I turn and look at the source of the voice. As expected, it's my sweetheart, Rebecca.
Contrary to her name, she's the one I've been waiting for.
"Are you a s**t?" Rebecca yells as she bangs on my desk. She won't leave until she gets a satisfying explanation.
I question her, "Why are you asking me such a question, Rebecca?"
"Don't act like you don't know anything."
I frown, "What are you talking about?"
"You, b***h. You know Ethan is my boyfriend. Then why did you agree to go on a date with him?"
I smirk.
In an instant, I start to weep, just before she can see it.
Stealing my friend's boyfriends has become my hobby or habit for the past year. I love stealing the boyfriends of my friends.
Nowadays, friendship seems to be a tool to get what people want. So, there's nothing wrong with stealing my friend's boyfriend when they use friendship to get something.
"What? No, it can't be me. It can't be," I sobbed. Yes, it's me.
Rebecca says, "I got some pictures of my baby dating a woman. I know that woman is YOU."
She shows me some pictures. "No, it's not me," I sob.
"Someone sent you the photos just to create a misunderstanding between us. How can you believe others, not me?" I ask as I rub my eyes. Stupid Rebecca, I am the main culprit who sent these pictures. I giggle in my mind.
Rebecca says, "I know it's you. You sent me these pictures. I know about your slutty characters. My friends told me you were the one who stole their boyfriend too."
"I don't know, Rebecca. I didn't do anything," I say as I pout.
"You... s**t, don't tell lies."
"I am... innocent, Rebecca. Your... boyfriend... only... asked me to meet him," I stumble.
"Don't say lies, b***h. If my boyfriend called you to meet him, then why did you agree to have s*x with him?"
[Ignore her. I hate that so-called physical touch. I will always talk to those disgusting guys with one arm's distance. They are like a virtual disease, so always maintaining social distance. Back to the matter. To make Rebecca's boyfriend believe that we had s*x, I gave him a high-alcohol drink with sleeping pills. After taking it, he went to sleep. To make him believe that we had s*x, I just played some games. But that i***t easily believed what I told.]
I start to cry. "No, Rebecca... it's not true. He forced me, crying."
Rebecca believes what I said.
"Ok."
She was about to leave but stopped and warned me to stay away from her boyfriend. I agreed that I won't meet him again. After getting satisfied with the words, she left the place with her friends.
And again I continued with my business.
After a few hours, today's class got over. I was about to leave my classroom when I heard some noise. I turned and took a look. It's my sweetheart, Rebecca, and her boyfriend were fighting. I laughed in my mind.
This was the so-called love.
So that's why I hate the word or the feeling of love. True love is only if he loves her soul, not her body, and believes truly against the third person's words. But some attraction can turn into true love. We will see what will happen to our female lead and male lead relationship.
