I'm wasted, and i really tend to be bad.
What promised to be a night full of innocent fun and adventures turned out to be meeting up with a bunch of guys loaded with testosterone larger than what their hormonal capacity could handle.
Friday night and Jam promised me that they're good, behaved and can be trusted. And at the back of my mind, i know i shouldn't have agreed on this on the first place, but then, Jam seemed to be very sure. Very sure to the point that even her sense of trust should be taken a second thought. But being the supportive friend that i am, i went with her to Cavite.
Now there's this supposed-to-be nice guy, and i'd rather not talk about him. Although i forgave him for what he almost "accidentally" did, he still deserves the punch i stored for him if fate gave us a chance to cross paths again. Then there's this another guy, whom i kinda like, but then, he left me in the hands of the most loathesome creature known to mankind. And he walks this earth bearing the name of Edison.
Oooooh, i wanna kick him! Kick him hard and make sure to deprive him of his capacity to enjoy his male privileges again! Don't be fooled, guys. This man's name has nothing to do with his thinking capability!! He could have the body of an ox, but his brain would never beat a singing ostrich in a game of wits (yup, as slow as he can get!)
So he thinks im drunk huh?? Just 'coz im sleepy doesn't mean im keeping in pace with his brain. And just 'coz im really tired and weak doesn't mean that im not aware of the things happening with my body! He'll whisper all kinds of "i like you, yara" (
so will you keep your hands off me?) "i really like you" (
i've heard enough) "do you like me, too?" (
the hell i don't!) "will you give me a chance?" (
see that bottle beside you? if you do not stop your f***ing hands from touching me, that piece of glass will come in contact with your brain! not that it would do any more damage anyways..) "just open up your heart, don't deny yourself the love that people around are giving you.." (
and you think you're my knight in a shining armor?? who do you think i am? the soap opera princess who always fall for all those kind of deep shits?) And then he kissed me. Yuck. The smell and taste of alcohol and cigarette combined. Yuck. And not only that. His fingers are creeping dangerously under my shirt. And that snapped me.
I grabbed the bottle and swing it onto his head. The next thing i knew, he lay sprawled down the floor, blood on his shirt... tsk tsk..
Hehe, just kidding.
I jumped down the bench and stated in a clear voice -- Im not gonna sleep, and i wanna go home! Outside, the rain wass hard, and it was dark, being 4 o'clock in the morning. He told me to wait for the others to wake up, before i should go. But goodness what time the others would wake up when they're all drunk!?! So i told him to find Jam in whatever indecency she's in (she was, btw, with her boyfriend doing who-knows-what). I talked to her, but duh, as if she even understood a word im saying, so i just let her get some more sleep (i bet she needs that).
When Mr. Asshole guy finally dozed off, i grabbed my things, and went out for the door. And by the time they woke up and realized that im gone, im already far away, riding on a bus, beside a guy who's smell reminds me of a bread way past its expiration date.
Life will never be perfect. And i will never love. Not now, anyways. But not sooner too. Not when all men acts like the perfect jerk.
