Chapter 2 Introduction To My Boring Life

"I love you a lot. It's been two months we became friends but I'm pretty sure of the feelings I have right now", me trying to make a girl be my girlfriend. I held her hand, caressing it to try force out I love you too from her mouth. What a lovely way to charm a person right?! You should have seen me trying to fake crocodile tears. I did feel love for her though, just felt the acting won't make her say no to me. Charm number two.

But what happened? She vehemently told me no. "I think it'd be better if we stay just friends", she added. Only God know how composed I tried to be after hearing that. Not only was my proposal turned down, I performed two magic rituals, caressing her and faking crocodile tears and yet none worked. It was annoying man!

I didn't give up though, I tried insisting further. "But we've been close for a while now. You even said few days ago you always enjoy my company."

"Of course I did! As a FRIEND!", she stressed the last word, even repeated it twice more as though I was deaf or something.

I was just about saying something but she stood up to go. "We'll talk some other time Jorge...I gotta go", she said to me. As my mouth was open when I was interrupted, that was how it was as I watched her go in shock.

You know what? That was the end of me having anything to do with the gender that kept on breaking my heart. That was the eighth girl I've proposed to in two years but got rejected by all while still in high school. I was sixteen then and I got fed up with being emotionally derailed whenever I'm rejected.

I left the restaurant that day with only one thing in mind. "Don't get close to any girl again", it'd always tell me. I became much more attached to my books and pens...felt they were the only things that would never hurt me.

"I'm always writing because my book and pen can never hurt me", I'd always say whenever my older brother would ask why I was so obsessed with writing.

His name's Sanchez Bellerin. He was a big fan of my books and writing.

He was very good at being a playboy then before he found his true love. Honestly...I feel he should be given an award to acknowledge him for his playboy days...he was damn good at it!

The day I decided to see him as my role model and followed his playboy ways, I got slapped by three different girls that same day only because I flirted with them. Or maybe I wasn't just good in flirting...

Oh God! I'd never kissed a girl before, only my Mum had kissed me before on my cheek, whenever I wanted going to bed. But that was when I was really small...at the age of 16? Nah!!

I'd watch kissing scenes in movies whenever I was alone and start kissing an invisible girl. That was absolutely weird! I've had urges of jerking off whenever I watch sex scenes in movies but I resisted. "I can't do this on my own when I'm still virgin", I'd say.

As a teenager dedicated to writing down my wonderful imaginations in a book and calling them stories, I always wanted improving on my writing skills. So how did I do it? Well...I was a novel freak. I'd read novels, learn new ideas, new words, new expressions and enrich my vocabulary.

I also watched movies but wasn't a freak about them. I had the dream of making my stories movies, that would interest the whole world and probably, the aliens in the other planets...just kidding...lol!

But there was a movie that did achieve such...a movie that got the whole world talking. I was fazed by the whole situation. Like how would a movie I never loved be loved by people, it was so difficult to fathom the wonderful aura it brought to the world that I wasn't feeling. Well...maybe I had a bad taste, you know...the majority's choice is always better right?

* * *

Sanchez woke me up from sleep early in the morning on a wonderful day. It had to be a wonderful day...the fact you were still alive while lots of people were giving up their ghosts was a very good reason to call each day you see wonderful.

"Sleepy head! I've had my shower. Hurry up before we go late to school again", he frowned at me. I quickly got out of my bed to prepare for school. My brother had been the one waking me up for the past two weeks, ever since I began staying up late at nights, writing down something in my book...you know what I mean.

Don't worry bro, from my skillful writing, I'm gonna fetch lots of cash and compensate you for the stress. That was one of my goals.

As I was in the restroom, doing the needful things, Sanchez picked up my book I must have pushed away from the bed while asleep and began reading my new story. He was the only playboy I knew that read stories. He was reading my book at that moment to keep himself busy while he waited for me, but he really enjoyed what he read, I bet you!

* * *

We were in our driver's vehicle, the one my Dad employed. Don't take it seriously...lol! I was from a middle class home. We only had a car which our parents used to drive with to work. We were actually in a cab, heading to school.

My brother was completely engrossed in his phone. Prolly searching for the latest Hollywood movie that had been released...he was the movie freak.

"The next movie we should anticipate is King Arthur", he said to me and I nodded my head as though I was even interested in what he was saying. Things hardly got my attention then, only writing and novels...not even the school I was going to.

"Have you heard of this movie that was released two weeks ago. The Witch?", he asked, pronouncing the movie's title in such a way to lure my interest over.

"Uhmmm...No!", I replied vaguely, shaking my head.

"You're missing out on a lot of things really. Here's the official image of the movie", he gave me his phone.

I gotta say, the image was beautifully designed. I saw two girls of my age and from their dressing, I could easily tell who the protagonist and antagonist were.

"I know the witch, she's Shalom Kehr, the leading character of the movie Alien Girl", I said. She was the antagonist.

"Yeah! But she isn't the protagonist and leading character in The Witch, it's the other damsel by her right", my brother gestured for me to check out for her name in the image.

"Lucia Greens", I read.

"She's very talented in acting. That's just her first movie and as a starring character, she showed her worth", Sanchez praised her acting.

"You're right dude!", the driver joined in the conversation, "She's extremely beautiful and very talented. America's talking about her at the moment."

I looked outside, through the window wondering if I'd become a big time introvert that I wouldn't know the person America was talking about.

* * *

I got into my classroom and saw my classmates all gathered in various groups. What could they be talking about? I wanted to find out so I could decide the group I'd join before the teacher would come in...something I hardly do.

"What are you guys talking about?", I asked the first group.

"Have you heard of The Witch? That movies epic. Lucia Greens will be a great actress", replied the one that was narrating the film to the rest. I simply sighed and walked away. I wouldn't want to join a group I won't be able to contribute anything to at all.

It was when I was about interrupting another group I found out the whole class was talking about the movie. I didn't join any group then...I only sat on my chair waiting patiently for the teacher to step into the class.

Shortly after, the teacher walked in and everyone dispersed to their respective seats. "Good morning class...I'm sorry for coming late", he apologised. I brought out my book and pen, ready to learn physics.

* * *

I finally got to watch the movie that had every single person talking about it, that same day when I got home, in my brother's laptop. The movie ended and they were displaying the cast. I admit, Lucia's acting was wonderful, but there was nothing special in the movie I saw.

"How's the movie?", asked my bro.

I shrugged off my shoulders;"Lucia's acting was cool but I saw nothing special in the movie."

"Why did I even ask? I knew your taste buds are not in a good condition and I still asked", he mocked me, slightly annoyed.

"You admire the beauty of Lucia and Shalom...just that. I know you don't even like the movie a single bit", I replied sharply at him.

"Oh God!", he covered his face with his hand in disappointment, "I love the movie besides the girls. It has a creative content", he argued. I wanted saying something but he interrupted. "For the past four months, you've been behaving as though nothing impresses you anymore. Give it a break bro", he walked off.

He made sense in what he said though. Like if I'm not mistaking, that day made it exactly four months I decided to harden my heart because of how I always would be emotionally derailed after feeling rejected by a girl whenever I propose to one.

Things hardly got appreciated by me. If I say thank you to someone, I'm only saying it for the sake of good behavior.

But for that movie? I don't think I'd love it in any condition I'm in. I mean...it's not a bad movie, but I couldn't see anything special in it. I felt it was honest judgement from me.

I shutdown his laptop and left it there. I got up and went into my room.

Nothing impresses Jorge in life...only his novels and other novels

Lucia that's got the whole America talking doesn't seem to interest him.

Quick question: Do you think the behavior of Jorge is justified because of heartbreaks from girls?

Drop your answer in the comment section...