Choices

Chapter 3 - The Waiting Game

"ARE WE NOT GONNA ORDER MEN?" Annika asked while playfully holding the ballpen in her left hand, slightly trying to be seductive.

I admit that she looks hot while doing that because of her luscious pink lips and her blonde curly hair, but I know that she's only doing that to flirt with the other young man who's sitting next to us at our table, trying not to be caught while looking at her. And this b.itch looks like she won the lottery, huh?

What a w.icked woman. As far as I know, she just finished riding someone last night at the party, and now, here we are. She's even trying to expand her horizons by trying to seduce a man younger than her.

She was wearing a white sleeveless top with a deep v-neckline to show her cleavage, a simple black belt with a pearled circle in the middle, black pencil pants, and white wedge bootie shoes. It looks good on her because it complimented her hair and her pink lips.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, slightly embarrassed.

Since this coffee shop is just near my apartment, I just wore a simple black dress above the knee with a scoop neckline. I am also wearing a black pump. I was too lazy to dress up, so I guess this is fine.

I lightly shook my head. The secondhand embarrassment that I'm having right now is getting worse. When will she grow up? Jeez.

Just like she mentioned yesterday, it's her birthday in three months now. We are going to plan everything, from the venue up to the number of invitees, even if it's not yet her birthday, because who cares? We love to plan on time so that on her birthday, there will be no problem or such. I want to drink in peace. Everyone does, though.

I can't believe that I was able to forget her birthday! Maybe I have been getting forgetful these past few months because of boredom. I want something extraordinary to happen. I can't take the boredom anymore. I can get all that I want in just a snap. Where's the challenge in that?

"Don't you want it?" she said in her normal loud tone. "Having someone to suck the s.hit out of you feels good after being wasted. Tell Drake that he should try it with you, too," she even added casually, like we're not in a f.ucking coffee shop.

Annika loves club parties so much. It's not a problem since she's rich. Well, she became rich. She has her own club now and she earns a lot of money with it. Well, I am an investor there, so I also own some dividends in her club. However, my main source of income is from my parents' company. I don't care if I look like a spoiled brat b***h. I don't wanna work. I don't want to be stressed.

"Hey, b.itch?" She tried to get my attention by snapping her fingers.

I know that it's pretty obvious, but Annika has a hobby of making out with different men. I'm just glad that she's doing safe s.ex because if not, I am really going to pull her hair. I don't even know how she became my best friend. I am b.itchy, but she's way too far from my personality. Is this because the opposite attracts?

"My gosh, please lower down your voice, Annika. Can't you see that we're in a coffee shop? You’re even talking about men here?" I murmured.

I am annoyed but she just laughed at me, obviously teasing me.

Some people looked at us because of her question. I am really embarrassed now. I want to leave.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening but we're still in a coffee shop. It's also rare to see that many people are studying at this time. Good students, indeed.

Hah, I'm just so lucky that I have finished college already. My goodness, I really hated studying to the point that I just wanted to drop my subjects, but my mom wouldn't lend me her credit card if I did.

Luckily, I was able to finish a degree in Business Administration with a major in Marketing. I am not that smart but I am able to finish a degree, so I was really proud of myself at that time. But no, as I said before, I am not working. I don't wanna work. Why would I stress myself if I had my parents' credit card? I’m not dumb. They are working to support my wants and needs, right?

Right.

Hmm, I also think that my degree is one of the main influences why I am like this right now: Sassy and b.itchy. My classmates loved to hate me back in college. So do I.

"No, I won't," she answered. Her voice is a little bit loud, unlike earlier. I massaged my head in frustration. I badly wanna pull her hair.

If I could just shout that I don't know her right here and leave, I would do it, but it would be more embarrassing. Ah, this girl. She's turning twenty-three on her birthday but she still acts like a baby. A spoiled brat baby.

"Who cares if we are in a coffee shop? I'm just asking if we're not gonna order men,” she said and raised her right eyebrow. “Is it a crime now?"

She playfully moved her eyebrows while looking at me, obviously teasing me. She's still holding that ballpen in her left hand. I can't help but roll my eyes.

"No, it's not a crime," I answered calmly. "But, no. We can't, and stop flirting in front of me. I'm still here."

"We can't?" she asked, not minding my warning to her. She looks cute, though. Now, I wanna pinch her pinkish cheeks.

I also wanna dye my hair blonde, but I am afraid that it will damage my hair. I have waist-length silky black hair. I don’t wanna damage my hair by dyeing it in a different color. It looks better this way because it compliments my white complexion.

"Yes, because it's your birthday. The venue is in your club, and you still want to order men? What do you think your birthday is? A party before your wedding? You don't even have a boyfriend," I roasted her before drinking my coffee.

Ah, caramel macchiato tastes so good!

"Why would you hurt me like that?" Annika asked while pretending like she was hurt by what I had just said, but in reality, she was smiling while trying to stop herself from laughing.

"Because I'm your best friend," I boasted and raised my right eyebrow.

I simply stated the fact. We've been together for years already. My words won't affect her for sure. She should have gotten used to it by now. She needs to because I don't have any plans to change my drastic attitude.

"I hate you," she said, smiling.

"I love you, too," I playfully answered and even showed her my tongue as I stood up and put my black Chanel handbag on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I need to go now. Maybe Drake is at the house at this time. He promised that he would spend some time with me today, finally."

"Did he text you?" she sincerely asked. "Did he reply? Are you sure?"

“Well...” I looked at my phone and there was no text. He even left my messages on reading.

"I guess he didn't?"

I nodded, getting annoyed now.

"Maybe he's tired and he's sleeping right now while waiting for me," I said.

I don’t want Annika to have a bad impression on Drake. I still want to protect his reputation even if he’s a s.hit sometimes. I love him, don’t get me wrong, but I’m just mad at him sometimes for making promises that he can’t fulfill. Why does he love to make promises that he can't keep, though?

Is this a promise that is made to be broken, for the third time?

"Maybe he's at work again," Annika sighed. "Just call me if he doesn't come home, okay? I can cancel all my make-out sessions just for you. Let's just drink, missy!"

She even winked at me, which made me feel disgusted and relieved at the same time. How lucky am I to have a supportive yet crazy best friend like her.

Drake is a good boyfriend. He loves me, he takes care of me, he's faithful and he's supportive of what I want to do in my life. I didn’t want to work and he supported me as much as I expected.

The only problem that I have with him is time.

We have different schedules in our lives... or him only. That makes it harder for us to see each other even at this age.

Since he thinks about our future too much, he always works overtime. I can't even see him that much, even if we're living in the same apartment. He'll sleep when he goes home, and he goes to work early, so I don’t really have the chance to see him or even talk to him.

That's the reason why I don't want to work. I want to spend my time wisely. I don't wanna be like my parents and Drake. They spend too much time on their work, to the point that they don't even care about me, or other people, at all.

Money is not what I want, but money is always there for me, so I use my money for things that will make me happy like they want to.

Ah, why am I reminiscing about things like this? At this hour? At this moment? I shook my head as I decided to forget all of those things. Maybe he's just in a traffic jam and I am just overthinking it so much.

I walked home after that, only to find out that he was not there.

"Maybe he's working overtime again? I'm just gonna wait," I said to myself as I removed my clothes and took a cold shower.

I'll just wait for him, just like I always did. It feels like this relationship was just a waiting game, and we play it every day. I am so tired of playing it, though. But it feels like I don't have any way to stop playing this s.hit. I want him here beside me, but where is he? He's damn far away.

If this f.ucking life was a simulation game, the choice that I made of the first choice since the consequence for the other one was expensive, like it has a p*****t. Subconsciously, I am participating in this s.hitty game, and so he does.

Whether we like it or not.