Chapter 115 Scenery
After wrestling with myself, I held back from asking Brad for the truth, even though it was tearing me apart.
I didn't have the right, and he never gave me that right.
The heartache was unbearable, but I tried not to dwell on it.
I figured Brad's past kindness made me clingy.
He asked for my thoughts, and I said I needed time. Thinking about it wasn't a promise. He was free to do what he wanted, and I had no say.
Yeah, I had no say.
'Brad, do you still want me to think about it? Why do I feel so awful, and why am I about to cry?' I wondered.
I tossed and turned before finally sleeping, only to have crazy dreams.
I saw Brad smiling and reaching out to me. Just as I was about to run to him, he turned into a tiger. I ran for my life, but the tiger chased me. I lost my shoes but couldn't shake it off. I ended up at a cliff, stuck between the drop and the tiger.
In the morning, I had dark circles again, so I used my makeup skills to cover them.
Tomorrow was the performance, but my guitar playing was getting worse, and I even sang off-key a few times.
I wanted to tell Rachel I was quitting, but my reasons felt weak, so I stayed quiet.
Luckily, Rachel was too busy to notice my weird behavior.
Zoe showing up was a surprise, but not really.
Given her personality, she should've come crying the moment I met Daniel. But she had been silent, even when Daniel and I practiced alone for days.
When we met, I found out she had been in Sunhaven and just got back.
Zoe asked to meet at the school's beverage hall.
"I heard about you and Daniel while I was in Sunhaven," Zoe said, staring blankly at her milk tea.
'Me and Daniel? What about us?' I thought, confused.
"There's nothing between us," I said, putting down my iced coffee and looking out the window.
Zoe's eyes turned red. Her hand clenched, and her face twisted with anger, looking like a vampire ready to attack. Despite her fierce expression, she seemed fragile, like a victim.
The mix of gentleness and ferocity was strange.
Luckily, I knew Zoe well enough to expect her contradictory behavior, so it didn't surprise me. What was odd was her sudden disappearance.
But honestly, there was nothing between Daniel and me, so I wasn't worried about her causing trouble.
If I hadn't been so proud back then and had been a bit more shameless, who knows what might have happened between Daniel and me, or if Zoe would have ended up with him. But I never thought that way.
Over the years, especially recently, Daniel's actions made me feel like he always chased what he couldn't have.
Hearing my indifferent tone and seeing I had no intention of explaining, Zoe got anxious.
But I didn't know her well enough to realize her dissatisfaction and hatred would hurt me so deeply, almost ruining my life.
Our conversation ended badly, and Zoe gloomily told me, "Jane, don't always act innocent. Whether you are or not, you know it in your heart. If you covet something that isn't yours, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll make you understand that taking from someone else comes with a price."
Even when saying harsh words, Zoe looked pitiful, biting her lip with tears in her eyes.
After her speech, Zoe left.
Our meeting was depressing, so I decided to take a walk to clear my head before heading back.
While wandering around campus, Daniel messaged me on Facebook, saying it was time for rehearsal and I should hurry over. Tomorrow was the performance, and we still needed to practice two parts of the song, so it might be a late night.
With Zoe's interruption, I didn't want to interact with Daniel anymore. Deep down, I regretted joining this performance with him. I had expected trouble from Zoe but couldn't refuse Rachel's request, and Daniel was just an unexpected addition.
But this unexpected addition turned into a disaster.
I told Daniel, "Zoe just came to see me and said some weird things. I'm not performing anymore. You go ahead without me, and don't call me again."
I hung up, feeling even worse.
Daniel quickly called back.
I irritably hung up, but he called again. I hung up again.
After several repeats, he stopped calling and switched to sending Facebook voice messages and texts, one after another, endlessly.
Each voice message was fifty-nine seconds long, and the texts were over a hundred words, full of errors, probably because he used voice-to-text.
I didn't listen to any of the voice messages and tried to ignore the texts. I only replied with a simple sentence: [If you do anything else, I'll block you.]
Sure enough, Daniel stopped, and I finally got some peace and quiet.
I wandered around and, influenced by a group of kids, stood in a long line to buy myself some cotton candy.
I didn't really want to eat it; I just saw that each kid had one and wanted one for myself too.
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