Fvck the labels
I became so cold to him after that. Of course he tried reaching out, but I had no time for his shits. Adding the fact that I’m busy with school helps me to get away from him. Starting that day I didn’t dare to wait for him for dinner. In the morning, I purposely wake up early or wake up late just so we will not have any encounters.
But not today. I woke up late but when I got out to prepare, I saw him in the living room casually standing there busy on his phone, wearing casual clothes and not his usual formal attire. He immediately hid his phone when he saw me.
I saw him scan me from head to toe. I was already in my uniform and I’m about to eat my breakfast. Uh-oh, I guess I’ll just eat at school.
I stared at him with blank eyes. The hint of nervousness and attentiveness is embedded in his eyes.
”Breakfast is ready.” he said with a crooked smile.
”I need to go. I’m late.” I said even though that’s not my original plan. And I’m not even late.
I saw by the expression on his face that he didn’t expect what I said. And I’m not even alright seeing him here. Is he not going to work?
”Alrght, I-I’ll take you to your school.”
I raised a brow. Silence enveloped the whole place because I have no idea how I should be responding to that.
”Don’t you have work? Sibal can take me.”
He shook his head. “No, It’s my off. I’ll drive you to your school.”
When I realize that I have no choice but to let him because he’ll do what he wants anyway. I just said ‘fine’ to him.
In the car we were both silent. I can feel him fidgeting because of how he tapped his fingers to the steering wheel. Why is he nervous? Or does he have something to say?
I glanced at his side. My eyes swiftly traveled to his neck to see if the mark was still there. It’s gone now. I rolled my eyes remembering it all.
He cleared his throat when he noticed me staring at him.
”I’m sorry about that night.”
I smirked inside my head. Guilty?
”I didn’t mean to do that. I was drunk and… out of my mind.”
He sighed hard. I’m waiting for him to say anything else but heard anything from him.
I fixed my long hair. “It’s fine. You’re probably not yet satisfied with whoever hooked you up.”
The car stopped with so much gravity going on. I cursed silently because of that. What the hell?
”What do you mean hook up?”
I rolled my eyes while looking outside. “It’s fine Aciel, as if I care.”
”What do you mean it’s fine? And what hook up you were talking about?”
”Oh, so you’re gonna deny it now?” I turned to him.
His face is getting red because of whatever he’s feeling.
”Why? Cause the mark in your neck is gone? That’s why you’re too confident to deny it now?”
”What the fuck are you talking about, Alia?”
”Oh don’t bullshit me, Aciel. I am not dumb.”
”And so am I. I just can’t understand what you’re accusing me of.” he said with clear diction.
”It’s not an accusation if it’s the fact we’re talking about. And really? You tried to talk to me just today? Why? Why not on that day? On the next day? Or yesterday? You just want settle this now because that fucking neck was left with no trace.”
Damn, I can’t believe I’m wasting my damn time for this, my damn emotion for this!
“Oh fuck,” he cursed and stopped the car fully.
”See? You’re guilty.” I scowled at him.
He clicked his neck in one movement before facing me. I didn’t dare to look at him.
”I didn’t do any hook ups that night. I was with my friends in a bar and yes, I got drunk.” he started to explain. “I am apologizing now not because I’m guilty but because I made you wait and even….” he shut his eyes. “Touched you without your consent.”
I gritted my teeth. I was even mad for that fucking mark on his neck.
”And nothing more. So I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
”Oh so you’re telling me that I’m making things up?” I said.
He brushed his hair with his fingers. He’s looking so frustrated and I’m not used to seeing him like this. Like he doesn’t have any pride left in him because his focus is to prove himself to me.
He unbuckled his seat belt and tried to hold my hands. I avoided his hold.
”Don’t touch me.”
He sighed weakly. “I promise I didn’t have any girl on that night. Yes, there were girls but I don’t have any interest in looking for one.”
”So the hickey’s just my illusion?” I smirked.
”No, no. You saw what you saw but I swear, I didn’t kiss any women ever since I got you. Alia,” he captured my hand. I tried to get away but he’s too strong.
”I drowned myself with liquor cause I’m…” he breathed. “I can’t go home to you with a sane mind with all those girls flocking on me but only having you in my mind.”
He’s sincere and having a hard time looking almost fooled me. Why do I feel like I’m starting to believe him?
”Please believe me, I might be a douche but never did I ever cheat on you.”
”Of course you won’t cheat.” I grinned. “We don’t have any label, Aciel.It’s your own decision if you want to fuck other-”
”Shhh,” he placed his index finger on my lips.
Before saying anything, he got a jacket from the back of his car and placed it over my legs because my skirt is just above my knee.
”I know. I know there’s no label in this relationship. But I choose the woman I want to commit to. And when I say that, I mean you.”
I swallowed the bulging pressure in my throat. It seems like his eyes just cast a spell on me that my whole system just shuts down and focuses on whatever he’s saying.
”Fuck the labels. I’ll wait for you. Whatever it takes.” he breathed.
My lips parted when his fingers touched my face. Fixing the strands of the hair that’s covering my face. I avoided his gaze.
”Whatever you say.” My lips protruded from blocking and hiding all the emotions that kept in me.
”Hmm,” his voice is soothing. We’re literally parked on the side of the highway just for this.
”I’m sorry if I made you angry. I’m sorry for my poor actions, for being such a fool.” he continued to apologize.
I’ve heard enough. I don’t want to hear more because I feel like I’m gonna give up any time soon.
”And for that hickey that you saw,” he said with so much gentleness that I just pouted and looked at him.
”And scratches.” I said glaring at him.
He chuckled and wet his lips. “And the scratches.” he echoed.
I pouted and played with my fingers, because I can’t bear to look him in the eye. He fixed his jacket that’s placed on my legs.
”And for making me wait.” I said with a tiny voice.
”Yes.” I felt his breath on my cheeks. “For making my baby wait.”
Something just dug my stomach from the weird feeling I’m experiencing inside me. It’s like my organs just tied up together, for my stomach to feel like this.
”Are we okay now?” he asked after seconds.
I sighed heavily. “Can we go now?” Ignoring his question.
”Answer me,”
I glared at him. He chuckled and shifted on his seat. He wore his seat belt grinning like a monkey.
”Alright. I don’t want you mad again.”
Then he drove again.
