Rendezvous
22 July 06 : 02.37 PM
So I was with Nathan, KS and Alex last night at Cream Bistro. Nathan just came back from Australia, and isn't going to return until 3 years' time.
For a while, I hung out with Nathan every other day, until I got myself a boyfriend and he returned to his country. KS and I had the most tempestuous friendship, not marked by vehement quarrels but by long bolts of Cold War enmity. Come to think of it, it seems like they were mostly my fault. With Alex it's different, never really that close, but on good enough terms to hang out together. He's a nice guy; he used to buy me lunch everyday when I was doing this temporary job for a holiday.
There was this other guy there with us. Alex had asked him along. As I found out, he was from my secondary school, a year older. When the rest went to the restroom, I asked him if he was from the same school as I was, just to start a conversation.
"Yeah, I was. You don't know me? I know you. I heard a lot about you."
I knew the people he used to hang out with at school, those guys. After I heard that, I felt this feeling of helplessness for a second that I don't understand either.
"Who did you hear from?"
"You know, I hang out with Aaron and all. He told me a lot. A lot."
That second I felt my heart getting wringed, because I knew what he was talking about. I remember thinking I didn't want KS to know about the incident, but he knew anyway.
After that, I was going on massive personal attack against him, insulting him about everything I could. I don't know if it's something of self-defense, or that I was feeling bitter about the fact that he made me remember.
Because everytime I think about it I feel unclean.