Chapter 11
Noah Gerald Sky
Don't Go Taylor Swift

It was Mike.

Cheslie was cheating on me with Mike. When I was at that school that day, the rest was so boring I couldn't stand anymore, so I got off. I assumed this 'M' would meet Chelsie after school because she was with school until the last bell rang.

My heart pounded hard against my ribcage. In any minute, it felt like my ribcages would be shattered because of my heart beating erratically as I went to the Starbucks.

The place was packed, full of people who were coffee-freaks. They were chattering, talking. The shop was filled with the aromas of coffees, and it made my stomach grumble. I looked at my wrist watch and it was already 4:14pm. I kept looking at my left and right. But I had no idea who I was looking for. God. I was an idiot. Walking here without any idea of who 'M' was.

The bell caught my attention and a middle aged man walked in. He was wearing a white polo that was tucked in his charcoal pants. Clearly, he couldn't be 'M'. That man screamed 'old'. If he were 'M', I would just laugh and laugh harder at Chelsie because I couldn't picture Chelsie together with an older man.

As I waited, getting impatient, I ordered a coffee and checked my wristwatch. It was now 4:46pm. What was I doing here? I had no idea who 'M' was. After I downed my coffee, I decided that I would just get Chelsie's phone and text him to meet somewhere less crowded. But as I walked out of Starbucks, I noticed a person. He has a black hair, well built, and clearly he has a deep voice. I know this person. He was my best friend, Mike. 'M' was now forgotten. But as I was about to shock him, he groaned. He was talking on the phone.

"I've been waiting here!" Mike yelled, getting pissed. He was angry. "I wanted to hold you since in school."

Woah? Mike has someone? I nearly wolf-whistled at that but I frowned. Mike has a girlfriend?

"Chels, I texted you!" He said, releasing a exasperated sigh. Chels? He couldn't be talking about Chelsie? My eyes widen in shock. 'M' was short for Mike. Chelsie was cheating on me with Mike; my best friend. "Yeah, I'll meet you tonight. Don't cancel that. You owe me! Now come here. Right now." He growled before he ended the call and put his phone in his right pocket.

"You better cancel that," I said menacingly. Mike turned around and let out a gasped as soon as he saw me standing there. I was seeing red. All these days, they were fucking behind my back. They were going along behind my back? As much as I didn't want to admit that this wasn't real, reality just kept slapping me on my cheek real hard. Mike was my best friend, for fuck's sake! How could he do this to me? Couldn't he understand the motto 'bros before hoes'? Couldn't he understand that Chelsie was off-limits? Couldn't he understand that Chelsie was my fucking girlfriend and I loved her to death?

"Man, what are you doing here?" He said, his eyes were still wide. He was looking at me like he was seeing ghost in front of him.

"I can't believe this Mike," I growled.

"Noah, I...uh, this.." He tried to reason himself, to get away out of this mess Chelsie and him made. I punched him straight in the face. The pain in my chest was overwhelming I couldn't hold my tears. I couldn't believe I was crying. "What the -"

"The pain you're feeling is nothing compared to what I'm feeling!" I shouted at him, pointing a finger at him. He bowed his head down, feeling ashamed. "Mike, I trusted you. You're my best friend. How could you do this to me?"

"I'm sorry, man."

"Sorry? Sorry for stabbing me in my back? Sorry for getting behind my back?" I said as my fist collided on his jaw. He gasped. The people were staring at us. Judging from their expressions, they weren't pleased. They were shaling their heads at us, muttering. Probably about the kids nowadays being a bitch. "Man, why? I trusted you. We're pratically brothers. But why did you do this to me?"

"Noah, it's... I just..." He stuttered, feeling nervous. His hands were in a fist, his knuckles were turning white. I ran a hand through my brown hair, making it tousled. "I'm sorry." I punched him on his cheek and he spit the blood out of his mouth. But he made no move to punch me back. Maybe he was feeling guilty. He should be.

"Mike!" A familiar voice said. Chelsie was running, eyeing Mike. She didn't notice me because her eyes were trained on Mike. When she looked up, she gasped.

"Found out your mini affair." I simply said, giving her a disgust look. She pursed her lips and hung her head low. "We're done, Chelsie." I started to walk away when she grabbed my arm and started chanting that she's sorry, she really loved me. Her words made me flinch. Her every word was a dagger piercing my heart. "Chelsie, I'm being a good guy here. As much as I want you to expel in my school, I won't. I won't expel Mike, too. But we're done. And don't you ever dare show your face in front of me. You too, Mike." Chelsie cried. I went home.

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I've been away from school this week. That means I've been avoiding Mike and Chelsie and the school. The studens now know what happened between the three of us. I didn't know who spreaded the news. It has been the topic of the week. John said that to me. They all turned Chelsie and Mike down. They are not allowed to sit with us anymore. Mike has been calling me for the rest of the week. That includes texting. All of his text reads: 'I'm sorry', 'I'm really sorry bro', 'Chelsie and I are broken up. Sorry.', and 'Please forgive me, man. We're best friends.'.

I don't want to reply back.

Kevin has been with me throughout everything. He has been away from school too to comfort me. I've tried to talk to him about it, but he only said that I'm the God of the school. His point was I could make the teachers piss in their pants. Our assignments were sent to us by emailing it. Plus, I have been feeling romantic vibe aura around Kevin. Lately, he's been chuckling, blushing, smiling like a teenager struck with love. Obviously he's in love. Plus, it seems Kevin and Collins have been really close. They are always texting each other.

I've been sulking all week. Ice creams. Junk foods. Beers. Kevin has tried everything to do to make me come back in school. But so far, he's not doing great. In fact, he's horrible. He's being awful. He's been an ass. Kevin always whines.

Chelsie was my love. We were a couple. A soul mate. A mac to the cheese. A sauce to spaghetti. But she cheated on me. She broke my heart. I loved her. I still do, but it lessened. Now I'm starting to question everything about her. Was our love only a lie? Did she love me at all, even if it's little? Did she plan this all along? Was our relationship a game? I know Chelsie is a one big slut. I thought she changed. Guess not.

She was my world. But it all crumbled down. When we were making love, before we broke up, I felt it; that she loved me. Everything happened so fast.

Mike was my best friend. We've been through a lot. Everything, since day one, since we were in diapers, was always fun when we were always together. Mike. He was the reason why this thing affected me so much. If it were a different person, then I wouldn't be hurt this way. But it was him. I remember when I had problems, I went to his house, and he comforted me. We were brothers. Always were. But I didn't know what to do with this. How to deal with this.

"Man, stop sulking." Kevin says for a hundredth time. He keeps rolling his eyes at me. "You need to deal with this shit. If you have to beat the shit out of Mike, then do it. You can't just run away to this situation. Deal with this, man. I really want to punch the shit out of my Mike, I really do. But this is yours to handle. We're hear to comfort you." 

 "It just hurts to much, Kev." I say, almost breaking. My head is hang low, not wanting to look at Kevin. But he's right. I can't just run away, to hide my problems. I need to face Mike and Chelsie. "I loved her so much. Chelsie. Mike. How could Mike do this to me? He was my fucking best friend for fuck's sake!"

"Calm down, bro." He says as he puts his hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring, gentle queeze. He gives me a smile. "You know what?"

"What?"

"You just need to have fun, is all."

"You're right."

Kevin's right. I need to have fun, is all. He gives me a grin and we both high-five. We stand up. Kevin has a plan. He says we will go to a club. That makes me smirk at him and he whistles, clapping his hand, already excited.

So we go to the nearest club. Good thing we both brought our fake IDs. We enter.

The club is packed. The music is beating loudly on the speakers, echoing around the room. There are lasers, going around everywhere. People keep grinding at each other as the music booms. We head to the bar and order a drink.

I need this. So I go along, order a few drinks, and dance in the middle. Kevin does the same. We just party.

Something blonde captures my attention. He's familiar somehow to me. I can't see his face because his back are facing me. I just ignore him. And head back to dancing.

"Man, I need to piss." I say to Kevin as I drink a vodka. Kevin's just tipsy. He nods at me. I make my way towards the bathroom.

The people here are wild and crazy. Even the hallway connecting to the bathroom is filled with people. They are making out. Which pisses me. When I get to the bathroom, it isn't filled with hormonal people. I think I'm the only one here. I think not, suddenly. There are moans. I roll my eyes. Sheez, even in the bathroom. Damn. Chelsie and I only did it in her house or in my eyes. Either. After I piss, I wash my hand and the moans get louder. Curiosity is nagging me, I look for them. They are in one of the stalls at the qcorner of the bathroom. I walk there slowly, careful not to make any sound. When I get there, see them, my eyes nearly pop out of its socket.

"What the fuck?" I say. Jealousy coursing through inside me. Their eyes are on me. I feel possesive suddenly. It doesn't make sense as to why I'm being selfish.

In front of me is Gloss and a guy. The guy was sucking Gloss. It was Gloss' moans. I'm not happy at that.

I hate the guy. Who pleasured Gloss. The thought shocks me. It's not so like me. I shouldn't be jealous. Why would I be jealous at the guy who was sucking Gloss off?

The thought was: I should be the one pleasuring Gloss.

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