Someone Like You

Chapter Twenty-seven

"Hey." I say smiling as I see Zac standing by his car outside the university's main gate. He can't go inside our university because he doesn't have the sticker that could let him in.

It's already dark. Well of course since it's already fifteen minutes passed eight. The wind has become colder as well.

"I'm s-sorry I'm l-late – very late." I stutter thinking what excuse to make. "I-I just did... something important." I try smile apologetically. I feel so bad for him. He is waiting for me for almost an hour now in this cold and dark parking lot all by himself. After the talk with Alexander, I stayed there for a while crying until I finally decided to go out. "I'm glad you have not decided to go home instead and wait for me. I honestly thought you went already."

"Of course I would wait for you. I know you would come anyway." He smiles – his usual warm smile.

It made me smile as well. "What made you sure?"

"I just know." He smiles wider.

"That sounds creepy."

"Yeah I just realized." We both laugh. I'm thankful that he isn't mad about me showing up so late. "I'm starving. Let's go somewhere to eat."

I get silent. I actually want to go home as quickly as possible. I just don't feel good at all – emotionally and physically. For crying out loud, a guy just treated me like a trash. Going out with Zac in this condition won't give both of us a good night. I would just ruin the night for sure. All I want is to be on my bed but I don't want to be rude to him. I know he waited here for so long and it would be bad for him if I decline his offer.

"Well, I actually think that it would be better if we'll eat at your place."

"Y-yeah. Wait. What?!"

"We'll have dinner in your place." He says. "Let's go." He opens the car's door for me. I shrug and just step in.

"My mom doesn't know you are coming. Let's just go somewhere else." I say as I sit at the front seat. "It's fine with me."

He is silent even after he gets inside. He doesn't turn the engine on but stare at me instead.

"What?" I say consciously.

"Your eyes are puffy." He says softly. "What did he do to you this time?"

"Ha?"

"He came out before you thirty minutes ago." He takes a deep breath and lean his head on the head rest. "We... talked." He chuckles bitterly. "I told him that I'm here to pick you up." I open my mouth to say something but close it again. "I also told him that I'll win this time."

I remain silent staring intently at his eyes.

"So what happened this time?" He says. "Come on say it. I won't bite." I remain silent. I bit my lip as I try to stop myself from crying. "Did 'that' happened again?"

"What 'that'?" I whisper.

"You know – you running ... begging ... crying after him and he is just like ... nothing."

I close my eyes and hide my face in the palm of my hands. I give in. That's my limit. I burst out crying. "I'm sorry." I don't know why I am apologizing but something in me wants me to say so.

He sighs. We are inside his car silently sitting next to each other and all that's there is to here is me crying. He remains silent – doing nothing until I calm down.

"It pisses me off." He says firmly looking outside. "You are such a wonderful girl. How can you let someone treat you like this?" I gasp. His voice - he is angry. "Look at yourself. He dumped you twice already. He already told you he doesn't love you. Would you please wake up?"

We are silent after that. Too silent.

"Ah! It's pissing me off!" He sighs. "I had made a lot of women cry and I haven't seen them cry – even once. And here you are crying in front of me because of another man."

He turns the engine on and drives me home.