The Emancipation of a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter Nine

Dominic

I felt some type of way after leaving Ozzy abruptly just after getting probably the only chance to get to know him in the several months that I've known him. He seemed like a genuine person who just happens to have witnessed me get flirty with everyone else and he still wants to sit down, grab a beer and talk to me.

I arrived at the airport an hour early to my surprise, and I kind of hated that. I didn't want to wait an hour before boarding that damn plane most definitely because I'm way too afraid to board the plane that I just want to shut my eyes and just walk straight ahead to meet my demise. That one-hour leeway is exactly unnecessary that it just created a lot more time for me to be stressed out for overthinking. I despise the idea of brainstorming for the list of things that I should expect back home and yet I did it. The first thought that came into my mind is that do people still remember Dominic Warren as Dominic Warren? I hope that they don't remember me as the horrible person that cold-heartedly shattered someone's heart in front of the whole campus. I doubt it though, that mortifying scenario must have been one of the best and gag-worthy dramas that they have witnessed in their boring high school life and that it probably has been painted in the streets of their respective memory lanes. The second thought that came into my mind is do people still remember Dominic Warren at all? I've been missing in action for the last five years and six months and on a personal level, I think that that's enough timeframe to forget someone without really forgetting them. I didn't want to think about it anymore so I kept myself distracted from running through several scenarios on my mind that would've probably killed me. However, I just had this brief wishful thought that I should've probably had some plastic surgery, maybe alter some of my facial features so that no one will recognize me on the spot but then that wishful thought was just obliterated by another thought that it just all comes down to the real thing and that's moving on. Have I really moved on?

Yes.

Probably.

I don't actually know but I have to suck this uncomfortable feeling up and try to see how things are going to roll. Still waiting to board the plane, I spent the rest of my time to gather at least some background information from everyone back home by stalking their social media accounts. I haven't done this for a while and I'm just so eager to know what everyone's been doing, what's keeping them busy, and whatnot. A lot of things can happen in the timeline of five years, some people may say that five years is just a short time for such a big leap of change but I say it's totally enough for someone to be broken and then heal and ultimately become a better version of themselves. I missed Yhannie so freakin' much that I just have to stalk her first above everyone else, however, that's where the problem introduces itself. After everything, I was that irrational human being that didn't want to listen to anyone involved in breaking Valentine that I just begrudged her so much early on that I became purely unreasonable and unfriended her on Facebook and unfollowed her on Instagram without second thoughts, so now, I can only see tagged photos of hers. Three tagged photos show her partying and living her life as usual like there's nothing really surprising about that and she's with what seems to be her circle of friends now but all three photos looked like they're just from the same night so I can't really tell if she continued her party all night lifestyle during her college years. Another tagged photo shows her with her parents on a trip to Disney land, there's nothing really interesting about that other than a happy family on a happy trip. Another one showed her having a slumber party with a lot of what I reckon to be her girlfriends. I'm really limited with Yhannie's profile so I don't really have a lot of photos enough to paint a picture at where she's at now. Zach apparently followed his heart's desire and became so adventurous that almost all of his photos were about a lot of extreme adventures from bungee jumping to sky diving to motor racing and those kinds of stuff. I felt somehow envious of how Zach is living his life. He's living like there's no fuckin' tomorrow. Ivan is now obsessed with coffee shops and based upon the photos I've seen, he just opened his very own coffee shop which is totally great for him since he's also a bit of a business-minded person.