His staring blue eyes

FIVE DAYS EARLIER

“ I stand on the last bridge of my life.

Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from?

I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing…

The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “

“ Krystal!”

My roommate screams out my name, making me drop my pen, my glasses shift and I slam my book shut. I look up at her pretty face. She has flowing long blonde hair, circular brown eyes and a bright killer smile, plus she wears excessively much red lipstick, and it brings out her large eyes. Sighing, I ask in my usual low toned voice;

“What?”

The outside door pushes open and her boyfriend rushes in holding some liquor and roast chicken, ready to do whatever disgusting stuff they always did and Lord, I am not ready to see that kind of yucky shit ever again, or 'At least not today!"

The last time I saw something I shouldn't have, I was scarred mentally and gosh, I still am…

So it happened like about a week ago, I am coming back from my trip to the orphanage. I held two bags in my hands, then twisted the door knob open. Walking into the sitting room I find Meg, my roommate, with her boyfriend on the white couch, he's on her with his trousers missing.

Yeah, guys! Literally, the trouser's not there!!!

And worse…

THEIR TONGUES ARE TIED TO EACH OTHER with SALIVA dripping down on both their skins; they are rubbing against each other in some yucky disgusting way that sends you that dry pussy—dude can't bang vibe and THE WORST is yet to come, folks.

His DICK is OUT.

By 'DICK' I mean penis, prick or whatever you know it as and guess what guys, It's not even big instead It's pink and thin like a scrawly sausage and swollen with some semen. I see his raw butt naked ass cheek, it's pinkish and God it is disgusting with nasty skin holes on it.

There's a tattoo on it saying;

'I don't make love, I fuck hard!"

God, he wished! Plus , we all know that's a line from Christian grey 'The king of all pleasures ' Winky face. '

Anyhow, I scream out loud, and he hops off her like a filthy hound…

The memory of it kills and disgusts me so bad I cringe. So to avoid that kind of trauma, I remove my glasses standing up from the dinner chair, I pick up my earphones, my books, and tab.

“…um, where do you think you are going?” Meg asks with her hands on her waist. Her voice sounds loud and high-pitched, you know, like a musical. The image of High school musical pops in my head, but I quickly dismiss it.

"...um...my room..." I look at her signalling with my eyes.

"...PRIVACY?"

"About the privacy… Yeah! Tods, I get it, but you should take the trash out and do the laundry on your way out!” She blinks at me as if saying; “You got anything to say? ahh, I thought so!”

“Bitch, I am going to my room, so WHY should I do your chores? Plus I am extra busy, It's your turn and has been your turn since the beginning of this year and guess what love… It's April!” Is what I should have said, but instead I nodded, went to her room, which is littered with clothes and picked up all her clothes then I headed to her basket to drop the clothes in it.

I pick up the baskets heading out when I meet Meg at the door.

"You know what, Meg? I ain't your slave and if you want one, guess what? You can turn your stick dick boyfriend into one!"

… Is what I wanted to say, but instead I just said;

“I am going to do your laundry now!”

"Yeah…and be quick with it, the trash really stinks!" She has the audacity to say.

I pick up the basket and head out of the room.

"You know you are such a Darling, right?

" No me importa!(I don't care!)" I said in Spanish before I shut the door.

Yeah, why wouldn't I be a Darling when I am literally her unpaid servant?

Unfortunately for me, I am that Bitch 'the pushover' and yeah guys, this has always been my problem 'the fact I am a bit of a pushover' you know what?… Scratch that, I am a massive pushover but in my defence before you judge me, I prefer the arguments in my head, that way I am not offending anyone… right?

After a long battle with our 1988 washing machine model and actually doing the laundry with such archaic machine, I head back inside for the trash. Meg my roommate is taking a shower and apparently getting all cleaned up for her 'Douche' at least that's what I call him in my head. His real name is Jack Darwin, I mean, his mama should've saved the strength and named him 'Jerk.'

Jerk Darwin has a nice ring to it plus it would've been a great identification tag and would've saved countless ladies their time.

"Hey, Krystal... You wanna..." He asks blocking my part and obstructing my way. His hands are plastered against the wall pinning me to it.

"I am kind of taking the trash out so maybe...!"

"Fuck it Krystal, I can't lie to you…I am actually with Meg to get with you. You know she got some thick ass boobs but hey, I can't keep eating burgers all day. I want some Gazpacho cause you know…you are Spanish… Plus you got a fatter ass, and you are way prettier with that long black hair…I dig you girl!"

Oh, mama! The things I go through! Now you see why I call him 'douche' and 'jerk.' He is a typical guy, you know, the foolish type who thinks he rules Douchebagdom.

"Um…Meg's your girlfriend…"

"Nah Bitch… She ain't my girl. I've been playing with her. I actually want you!"

He tries to touch me, but I dodge, squeezing myself under his arm and passing through it.

Picking up the trash I race out of the house to the incinerator. The whitish machine stares back at me. Slowly, I lift the black trash bag, throwing it in. I place in the recyclables which are mostly plastic bottles in the recycle bin, then I wander down the street because I don't want to go back home.

Like my bitch has the worst timing, and she comes to me in such foul mood. By 'my bitch' I mean my period. The pain conquers my stomach, I rush to the nearest convenience store holding my stomach.

Standing in front of its glass doors, I notice a bad ass ride packed in front of the convenience store. It's big, rough and black, the way I like it. It's a Jeep Grand Cherokee, just so you know it's a car of over One hundred thousand dollars "dollar sign, chink! Chink!

After admiring it madly, I push the convenience store door open. Luckily, for me, I don't find a line probably because of the time. I walk towards the shelf, my eyes move through all the brands of sanitary pads until I find mine. I pick up three packs of my blue angel tossing it into the basket I picked up nearby. Next I move to the painkillers section, pick out some packs of painkillers then I proceed to the counter. A young girl in blue uniform smiles at me, adjusting my basket and bringing out my contents.

"She's back, right?"

I look at her confused.

I am not really the extroverted type who enjoys random conversations with random strangers plus I got no friends. Not because I don't need them but because I am too scared to talk to them and when they actually talk to me; I am too scared to continue talking to them, so I respond drier than sand until they are all gone.

What a solitary life your girl lives!

"Who is?" I manage to ask in my low toned voice. Colour draining out of my face because of my cramps. She draws closer to me, her brown eyes glowing as she whispers; "Your period!"

"Yes…I guess so!" I say uncomfortable with the 'red talk' especially with a stranger.

Her eyes suddenly becomes sad and teary; "My boyfriend dumped me because of her..."

"Who?"

She rolls her eyes at me "My period... "

"... His name is Richard Watson. He has brown eyes, he's African American. Let me show you a pic of him ..." She searches for her phone.

God no! Not again, all I want to do is purchase some pad and I run into a broken-hearted cashier?

All I just want is my pad and my painkillers, MAM! How hard is that? Why me?…And isn't she like thirteen? Is she even supposed to be hoohaaing?

She brings out her phone and I see a black handsome dude on her lock screen.

Well, If that's him then… damn!!!

“Is that him?” I managed to ask after rephrasing it like a thousand times in my head.

“No!” She answers, still searching through her pictures. Finally, she shows me 'the Richard'.

He looks worse than a hunch back tortoise, and he's wrinkled, plus he's really short or at least he looks it.

Quick question… Is he actually old, or he just looks old?

Finally, I see his school jumper…" Bruh looks like an old man in his kid's uniform…"rude, but just saying!

I may have never dated in my life, but I have standards. Shouldn't she be glad he left her?” Bitch should shake that booty on camera.

"I don't know where I would find a guy like him again?"

"Sister, I hate to break it to you but 'a guy like him' isn't so hard to find, plus you would have no competition at all when you actually find him since no one ACTUALLY wants him!"

Thank god, she doesn't read minds.

She holds my hand and the tears start falling out of her eyes, wetting her smallish face.

“What should I do? Should I have let him hit on my period? It's just that it hurt so bad that day…but now I…"

“Got to get out of here!” Honestly, if I waste any more seconds, I will be a walking murder scene.

“… I miss him sooo bad, and he's not picking my calls, I have left him one thousand and ninety-nine missed calls, texted him a lot, but he's not…"

Did this bitch just say one hundred and ninety-nine times? Really, Bitch?

"Um…can I use your toilet?" I say, interrupting her.

"Yes…please do!” She holds out the key, giving it to me.

“It's not like you're going to be in there for long…because I haven't finished telling you about Richard!” Her pitch increases on. 'RICHARD.'

"I couldn't care less about Gross Richard!"

Facts there but thankfully I don't say instead I smile at her as I pick up the white nylon, taking the key from her, I rush towards the toilet.

"Thank you!" I hurriedly say. To make matters worse, I am wearing white shorts so if I get stained, it would show like a billboard "Yeah, this bitch's stained!"

As I hurry rushing forward, I bump into someone. My nylon like a marvel hero flies up in the air, landing back on the ground and all my contents fall out. My sanitary pads and painkillers are littered on the ground.

The whole world should have opened up and swallowed me! To make matters worse, more customers stroll into the store. Wow, woza, mother nature! Great timing! Perfect timing!

I bring my head down in shame then I saw a hand helping me pick up my 'belongings'. You know by belonging I mean my sanitary pad and painkillers.

"God, please not a dude! Anything but a man! I can even accept a tortoise picking up my stuff….no es una ducha!"

I looked up at the person who still moved further, picking up my PAD. It's even worse… It's a god of a man, handsome from every angle. He is right in front of me picking up my PAD and PAINKILLERS!

I can tell he's a paragon of perfection, a total hottie from just staring at the shape of his head and his brown hair. When he's done picking it up, his dazzling blue eyes face me and I melt in my spot. They are ocean blue with a thin line of golden brown lining them. How can someone be so handsome?

A handsome man is picking my pad and painkillers up? oh, the shame I couldn't hide!

My hands go up to my head scratching it nervously. The handsome blue-eyed man hands it over to me, smirks a little, then heads towards the line. I watch him cut through the line. The customers grumble, but he ignores them, heading to the front. He doesn't say hello, apologize or utter anything, instead he just tips the cashier, handing her over ninety dollars which is supposedly his change, then he heads out with a white nylon in his hands.

"Rude! But how can rude be so hot?"

The cashier melts right in her spot, I mean, who wouldn't?

I quickly hurry to use the toilet. By the time I get there, my skirt is already stained.

"Just great!' I say, pulling it off my hips. There's literally a bloodbath in here. I start by washing off the stains and after putting on my pad, I leave the toilet, shutting the door behind me then I head back to the cashier to return the key.

" God, that man...the handsome one was totally checking you out!"

"Me?" I ask in disbelief as my hands point to myself.

"Yeah…I noticed his dazzling pair of blue eyes staring at you the entire time."

"Me?" I ask again.

"Yes, mate!!!…He sat right there!" She points to a table close to the glass window. It's a hidden corner in the store, no wonder I didn't see him glow.

"...with his laptop and… Good heavens, he was checking you out!"

I handed her the key and found my way out of the store. I walked pass the ride I saw earlier but this time the driver was in it and yes, you can guess who owns the freaking ride? You guessed right, loves…

It's Mr Blue eyes. He's in his car dressed in an expensive blue blazer, with his laptop on his lap. As I head out of the store, his fiery blue eyes come up staring at me. He's watching me with a flirty smirk on his face and oh stupid me!… I blush hard.

My cheeks redder than a European apple. He seems to laugh a little. From his car, I see his dashing smile and god I am cupid struck. I think he's laughing at my goofy attitude because I am literally see through. Once, I am into someone, that person's going to know. The saddest thing about my love life because most of them are one-sided love stories.

Soon he drives off, leaving me standing in front of the store.

"WALT! HE DIDN'T ASK FOR MY NUMBER? WELL, FUCK MY LIFE."

As he drives pass, he steals something from me.

Yeah, cliché, I know…my heart. My head is full of images and the memory of his staring blue eyes as I continue my walk down the street.