Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
A few weeks has passed after the party, and Darren and I haven't actually talked ever since. He was hanging out more with Rebecca and her clique, and it seems like he's completely ignoring my whole existence. On the other hand, I've been airing my grievances to my friends, though I've only been crying most of the time.
It was a Saturday, and I woke up with the usual feeling of yearning and pain. I always cry first thing in the morning, which was getting pretty tiring but my eyes weren't just finished producing tears. Even watching or listening to EIZA doesn't help, I still try though, in hopes of cheering up again. Someone knocked on the door so I wiped my tears hastily.
"Fred?" It was Claudia. "Can I come in?"
"Sure." I answered as I try to compose myself.
Claudia opened the door slowly as she peeked inside the room. Our eyes meet and she gave me a weak smile before sitting next to me on my bed.
"You've been crying for two straight weeks now." She gave me a stern look. "Aren't you getting tired of it?"
"Oh, believe me." I laughed a little. "I'm sick of crying."
"Look," She faced towards my direction. "I don't know what happened between you and Darren, but it happened, and all I can say is forget him and move on with your life."
But that was the problem. No matter how much I try to forget Darren, I just simply can't. Everything I see reminds me of him, and whenever I remember him, I see the image of Rebecca making out with him. It was worse than I thought. I really really love him.
"Why would I cry about Darren?" I asked, trying to hold my tears.
"Because you like him, obviously!" She suddenly showed me the photo Darren and I took on the living room. "You weren't as subtle as you think. You were all over him since day one."
Suddenly, I started bawling like a baby. I couldn't even bear hearing his name, let alone see his perfect face. I've never been this heartbroken before, and I've never fallen in love like this either. Who knew it could hurt like hell?
"Here." She sighs as she hands me a bag of Skittles. "Whenever I'm feeling down, I eat my feelings away with a bag of Skittles."
"Aw..." I gave her an affectionate look, my eyes still puffy and red. "That's very kind of you, Claudia. Thank you."
I gave her a huge hug, and surprisingly, she didn't cringe as I lingered a little bit. I pulled away once I thought it was enough, and she smiled at me one last time before leaving me alone in my room once again. 
I hate to admit it, but Claudia was right. I have to move on, from both Darren and my life. I bet Darren has forgotten about me already, and that thought makes me very sad. I opened the bag of Skittles and decided to munch on some.
Huh, this is actually pretty good.
After emptying the bag of Skittles Claudia gave me, I decided to go downstairs to eat actual food. It was already lunchtime when I got down, and my mom was not happy about it.
"Fred," Her voice sounded a little scary. "You've been oversleeping a lot in the past few days. Skipping breakfast is not healthy, young man."
"Sorry..." I said as I head for the kitchen. "...What's for lunch, mom?"
"Sweet and sour pork." She answered as she handed me an onion. "Help me cut the onions, yeah?"
That wasn't a request; it was an order, so I started to cut the onions without question. It wasn't long before my eyes started watering, and it made me think that my eyes were an endless supply of water that could fill a lifetime supply of salt water.