Rendezvous
20 November 04 : 04.18 AM
He said a lot of unpleasant things to me that made me cry. I know he didn't mean it, but when he went on about it, I just stopped talking all together and tears dripped slowly down my face until I said to myself, "Who are you trying to kid?" and burst into tears.
To think I was being nice to everyone and being so happy about today (well, yesterday) was my last examination paper; I have graduated from secondary school.
Then Christy said to me, "I don't know what's wrong with him either. He's just being bitter that you rejected him." Of course, it was only to cheer me up because she knew I was crying.
When Wilson saw my running-kohl-stained eyes he asked what was it bothering me.
"A boy made me cry."
"Who?"
"Never mind."
"I'll whack that guy up for you okay?"
Then Wilson told Andii, "Somebody made Vicki cry." and Andii looked at me, and asked "Who?" in a sorta angry way.
It was raining outside; the torrential downpour made the weather so cold. It has been raining since 12 a.m. and I almost got drenched while being outside. At 3 a.m., he apologized. He told me I shouldn't doubt myself again and that I was way above that. I blamed myself for my sensitivity and he blamed himself for his bluntness and bad jokes, and I agreed.