LAST KISS

CHAPTER 15 SORORITY BALL 3 JEALOUSY

I stopped from dancing, Brandon stared at me later turned around. He met Kris in poker face.

"Brandon, can I borrow Margie for a second?" Kris's face was still serious, Brandon's forehead twisted upon seeing Kris's expression.

"Margie is not a child anymore, she can decide whether she wanted to talk to you." Brandon's firm response sounded as if Kris was being told to stay away from me.

"Thanks, Brandon, this will be fast"

Brandon glanced at Kris again and fired him with one of his warning looks.

"Okay, but You know I am just here whenever you need me, just call my attention."

" I won't hurt her!" Kris's restrained his anger while responded to Brandon, Brandon approached her, their nose is almost touching now.

"I think you just did! And I don't trust you." Brandon said it looks like provoking Kris so before it ends up to the worst fight, I was forced to meddle between them before they make a scandal.

I dragged Kris at the corner.

"I'll make this fast Brandon" I bid to Brandon so they will stop.

"Okay I'll just check on Cait, I'll be back to check on you" Brandon left and thanks to him I can now take a deep breath.

"So what's this you wanna talk about to me?" 

"I have a lot of things to say and to explain but not here". Kris pulled me holding my arm, holding it tight and it's hurting me. I took off from his hands, later to realize that we were here on a quiet side at the reception.

"Kris you are hurting me!" I complained to him after he dragged me out of the reception.

"I am also hurt Margie!" I was shocked at what he said. But instead, my anger over him expanded. I raised him my eyebrows in reply.

"You know what? I changed my mind. I realized I don't want to talk to you" I'm about to leave him when,

"Are you sure? Ydon'tont want to talk to me?" He just said it loudly almost in a shout that made me turned my back to listen.

"Brandon is with me, Kris! I can't be rude to my pair! I need to go it's over."

"So you prefer Brandon over me, right?" He shouted just as I'm starting to walk away.

"You will just walk away to me like that?, not even listening to what I want to say to you? That's it?" Kris yelled at me in rage, I turned to him. I want to cry but I prefer not to look like a loser in his front. I decided to approach Kris.

"Kris! Are you even listening to yourself? Why? Isn't it that what you did when I wanted to talk to you? This is what exactly happened. You choose to turn your back to me and head over Becca right?

You choose that brat and your teammates over us and rather to listen to me." I still wanna keep my composure even though I want to cry.

"Have you ever listen to me?" I added.

"Being silent doesn't mean you don't care and you don't listen!" He replied that made me laugh inside. Seriously?

"If you wanted to listen then why did you turn your back and leave? You left me hanging an all my confusions unanswered!"

Little by little my tears dropped like a broken faucet. I also noticed tears in Kris's eyes. I was surprised to see him this emotional to me. Is he crying?

"I see. It sounds like you want an act of revenge so you would rather choose to go back to Brandon and not talk to me? You want me to convey precisely how you felt when I made a mistake" I couldn't hold back anymore, the same as how my tears gush down my cheeks.

"Why is that so? Are you telling me that you feel it now? because I haven't seen it yet. We have no label, Kris. How about you and Becca? In short, I don't have any right to feel this way. And you have no right against me! Is there anything unclear?"

Here comes my weakness. I can't control it. As I continued to sob, I could not control the gradual pain expanding in my chest.

"So you just give up that easily? Will you not gonna give me any more chance to open your heart again?" He asked me with tears on his eyes, he approached me and wanted to hold me by the hand but I chose to step backward and stay away from beyond his reach.

"Kris I'm so confused, Because I didn't know I could give you another chance to open my heart again for you because If then, that means I give you the right to hurt me again. Kris is very sick of it----"

"----I- I don't know if you are really worth fighting for. Because I can't feel that you fight for me. It's hard to struggle alone Kris, if that someone you fight for doesn't want to strive to fight with you." I continued from the pause I made.

"Margie... please say you won't let go of me"

" Kris, I can't promise!" 

"Is it because of Brandon?" he asked suddenly, my forehead curled in his interrogation.

"Of course not. It's not about Brandon, we're talking about us!" Instead, Kris never spoke again and gently wiped the tears that were still on his cheeks.

"Kris, I know I am far to Becca, You seems so happy with her, right? She has all that you look for that I probably don't have,"

"But there's more of you that I like the most as compared to her and I adore you more than her!"

"Kris .. You're just saying that because you're hurting right now, tomorrow you will ignore me again and forget all that you said about your feelings to me when you are with her!

Kris, I think I am not really for you. I hate being in a mess, if this is the only way how we get some peace, I would rather choose to love you that way".

I closed my ears so I could not hear anything he has to say so I won't breakdown like a jerk in his front and see me so fragile and frail.

I wiped away my tears as I step in the reception, leaving Kris outside feeling worst than ever when suddenly,

The blinding beam from the spotlight hits my eyesight.

wait, is this a spotlight?

I don't understand what is going on inside and what activity Kappa is doing.

"Oh our first challenger, again its Margie!" says the woman in the distance that sounded like Madison's voice.

I was whisked incessantly by the light of the spotlight. I closed my eyes so people could not see my wetness from the tears I just had with Kris.

But, I still don't get it. What is this? Why bad-luck has been with me all this time?

"Come here on stage Margie, I know you can sing!" says Madison while handing me the microphone.

"No I don't want to sing!" I refused just when Becca spoke.

"A Kappa don't refuse!" Is she really challenging me? I am not in the mood. 

"Or just maybe you cannot sing." she laughed out loud and the crowd began to yell 'boooo' to me. How unfortunate! 

I told them I don't want to sing but that doesn't mean I have a terrible voice. Is this how the world is so unfair?

Just a while ago I can hear them cheering and amazed by our dance performance but look now how ironic it is to hear them all cheering me with that painful "boo!"  

"You're so insistent! All right, Becca, I'll give you one!"

Becca and everyone at the reception was shocked upon hearing my words. I just wonder why this b***h relishes humiliating me so much in public. Well, She will get what she wanted to see.

I approached the 'maestro' and whispered them my requested piece. As the song's intro began, I spoke.

"This is Margie Domimicka Dathnea. And this song is for you"

Stone cold, stone cold

You see me standing, but I'm dying on the floor

Stone cold, stone cold

Maybe if I don't cry, I won't feel anymore

Stone cold, baby

God knows I tried to feel

Happy for you

Know that I am, even if I

Can't understand, I'll take the pain

Give me the truth, me and my heart

We'll make it through

If happy is her, I'm happy for you

Stone cold, stone cold

You're dancing with her, while I'm staring at my phone

Stone cold, stone cold

I was your amber, but now she's your shade of gold

Stone cold, baby

God knows I tried to feel

Happy for you

Know that I am, even if I

Can't understand, I'll take the pain

Give me the truth, me and my heart

We'll make it through

If happy is her, I'm happy for you

Don't wanna be stone cold, stone

I wish I could mean this but here's my goodbye

Oh, I'm happy for you

Know that I am, even if I

Can't understand

If happy is her if happy is her

I'm happy for you

Kris POV.

"This is Margie Domimicka Dathnea. And this song is for you" I heard from inside so I immediately entered the reception again.

To this day I am still hurt by what is happening and what Margie said.

Stone cold, stone cold

You see me standing, but I'm dying on the floor

Stone cold, stone cold

Maybe if I don't cry, I won't feel anymore

I haven't heard the song before in my playlist yet, but it seems like I want to hear it over and over again even though I know the lines she sings out are wrecking me inside.

Stone cold, baby

God knows I tried to feel

Happy for you

Know that I am, even if I

Can't understand, I'll take the pain

Give me the truth, me and my heart

We'll make it through

If happy is her, I'm happy for you

Even though I was saddened by what she meant in the song that really hits me so hard,

Even if she didn't mention my name I knew for sure that it was for me, and I think she was forced to sing not because she was being challenged by Becca but because she wanted to express out her pain.

I know it was me she meant in her song.

I could feel the vibration of his voice and the pain in the line she was leaving.

Damn, Never did I know that Margie can sing so genuine like this. Her voice was so saccharine, painful, bitter but pleasant to the ear. She has this light melodic kind of voice that so good to listen in acoustic songs and lullabies and to hear her sing the end words of the song, she gasped for air effortlessly as she bequeaths the lyrics in a husky yet in a whistle shallow voice. It was perfectly stunning!

Stone cold, stone cold

You're dancing with her, while I'm staring at my phone

Stone cold, stone cold

I was your amber, but now she's your shade of gold.

I saw her with Brandon earlier having a good time dancing together. They were been applauded by many people at the reception, it hurt me a lot in that part. That thought I had a saying 'that should be me, holding her hand and that should be me instead of him, That should be me making her smile and happy'.

I know I made a mistake when I turned my back on her and I regret it. That's why I want to talk to her because I want to tell her that I love her and admit that I made a mistake but everything has changed and I am a little too late for it.

Don't wanna be stone cold, stone

I wish I could mean this but here's my goodbye

Oh, I'm happy for you

Know that I am, even if I

Can't understand

If happy is her if happy is her

I'm happy for you

Is it too late? Is this how it will end?

I can't think of any possible thing to do. The pain here inside was so vast and immeasurable, when she danced with Brandon I thought nothing could hurt me more than that, but now that I consider her song as my greatest lament.

There is nothing worse feeling than that the person you want to be with is uttering words of submission saying, 

"I'm happy for you," just because she assumed that you didn't value her. I wasted the person I loved so much.

It so painful to see that person who has been your greatest happiness turned to be happier now but the worst thing is, I am not the one who made her feel that.