PART 4

I eyed my face in front of the mirror and gave myself a self-congratulatory smile. Yeah, didn’t do a bad job with my make up i guess. There was an unmistakable honking of horn and i figured it was Drake’s signal for me to come down. When i reached the doorstep, i hesitated. My head was spinning. Why does this feel so wrong? Before the negativity could sink in, i yanked the knob. I was surprised to see someone just a foot away from my door frame.

“Isle?”

“He said he’d still wait on the beach. 6:00 PM.” she said, looking directly at me.

“Uh. Just tell him I’m sorry. I don’t think i can come, i dunno what time i’ll get away from the party.” I replied timidly.

“He’s still gonna wait for you. You know that.!” there was anger in her voice now.

“Isle, please. I’m really sorry but i’m coming with Drake. I didn’t promise him anything-”

“But you got him hoping. You didn’t exactly busted him to his face. You lead him on to this, Henna. And right now, he’s being a leech clinging to that pathetic hope!” Isle cried vehemently.

“Isle, please don’t lecture me now, okay? Were friends…”

“Maybe not for long! Insensitivity is something i hate!” she stormed outside.

“Move up to the beat, everyone! Party up!” boomed Drake’s voice. The crowed cheered wildly as the infectious music raved on.

Drake held me by the hand as he introduced me to his guest, mostly of the male specie. Although i should be gratified, i felt absolutely irritated. It seemed to me he was bragging a life-size trophy. The faces of his friends irked me much.

Seeking refuge, i excused myself to the comfort room. I felt idiotic as i stared at myself in the mirror. Huh. I’ll get away as soon as i can without offending Drake, that’s what i thought. When i finally pulled my act together, i went out of the CR. Then, i saw the repulsive figure of a couple making out. It took me a few minutes before i identified the silhouette of the guy. Drake.

Tsk. That’s it. I’m outta here.

Betrayal washed over my being like cold water poured on top of my head. I don’t feel hurt. Just irritated. Hugely irritated. What was i thinking? I swear that the worst decision i’ve ever made in my whole lifetime was choosing Drake over KEnt.

Kent. His name echoed though me again. and this time, with a surge of guilt. I betrayed him too. But despite everything, i couldn’t help to think…was he still at the beach waiting for me?

I checked my watch. 10:30. Four and a half solid hours. Could he be that patient?

I closed my eyes, and heard a voice of reason.

Of course he’ll wait for me. He had always forgiven me even without a word of apology. Kent never asked for anything. He stayed even though i dated others, ignored his calls and messages, made him wait and all that. And in this very moment, its him that i could think of. He loved me far more than i ever deserved. Maybe, he’s still waiting.

I was debating to myself whether i take a cab or go back home to fetch my car and drive myself towards the beach when i a car screeched. I turned, and saw Blaire on the driver’s s