Chapter Eight

Dominic

After leaving the drama club room, I felt much more determined to do the task of breaking Valentine’s heart but just pondering about this cringy idea of making him fall in love with me was already making me sick to my stomach. I mean how the fuck I’m supposed to do that? Making Valentine feel the feeling of being left hanging in the air would probably make him think twice probably a million times, and he would break for sure. I just can’t wait to see that happen to him.

There’s a part of me that keeps on telling me that signing up in this thing was a very terrible idea, but even if it was I already signed the so-called contract and who knows what that Valerie has on me to keep me at bay.

I might as do it for everybody.

I figured that I need to fix myself before visiting Yhannie at the hospital, so I decided to go fix myself at the nearest open restroom, which was near the football field. I brushed my hair up using my fingers and sprayed some perfume on my neck and torso to smell even better after the long day. As I was about to leave, I didn’t expect Valentine in his jerseys to pop right in front of me. I was startled for a second that something might happen although it was good grief that he seemed to be like a blind jerk that he didn’t mind me at all. He just walked past me and went straight to the urinal system.

I was about to take another step off the restroom when the increasing urge of confronting him about what happened to Yhannie took all over me without me being aware of it. My legs just stepped back inside, and even if he was still doing his business in front of the urinal, my mouth still opened to speak on his own.

“So are you happy now?”  I spat right at his back. I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea that I should wait for him to finish his business before opening my stupid courageous mouth but it’s done, I already said what I needed to say, and I think I’m just going to deal with it if by chance he was pissed off by that.

“Of course, I'm happy, dude. I’m always happy like almost every night whenever a sexy chica’s down under in between my knees and giving me nice and pleasurable head” But I guess he was not pissed off by that. I was pissed off actually by his response. He’s full of himself acting like a dumb prick.

“I’m talking really serious here, Valentine. Don’t pull that jerk smirk on my face” I heaved avoiding something that might piss him off because I don’t want to engage myself in a physical altercation in here. But clearly, he’s not taking me seriously here. The only joke here is him. “Yhannie’s confined at the hospital, and it’s all because of you.”

“Why? Are you sure it’s because of me?” He said as if he had done nothing and it’s doing well at pissing me off. I want to go straight and get physical with him, but like what I said, I’m not a great fighter in here, and I couldn’t risk being beaten to death and die without getting the best revenge.

“Of course, it is. Who you think would hit on her, fuck her, make her the happiest girl in the world then break her heart? Who?” I screamed at him, unaware that I was already surmounting in a vehement outcry to the top of my lungs. I didn’t intend that because I was aware that he might beat me to death, but it happened without my command. Like my mouth has its own brain and operated on its own. That’s when he clenched his fist into an iron fist, and before I even realize it, he already punched my left cheek, leaving an unbearable pain in its path. His punch was the type of punch that was painful, and it only made my resentment strong enough to justify retaliation towards him.

I shouldn’t have screamed at him or even told him about that because clearly he won’t just acknowledge or even give a single damn about it but damn my frustrations are getting the best of me.

I went to visit Yhannie at the hospital where I found no trace of Zach and Ivan. The nurse told me they went home already because they can’t talk to Yhannie. She was still not conscious, or maybe she’s just sleeping at that, and I didn’t want to wake her up or anything, so I figured that I can’t talk to her about the contract and the plan of breaking Valentine’s heart that might make herself better, so I decided to go home.

I’ll just tell her about that when I’ll visit her tomorrow.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you honey, who did that to you?” My mom asked worriedly the moment she caught the discolored bruise on my left cheek. I’m pretty sure I did my best to not let her spot it, but her eyes were like a sniper’s telescope, and she spotted it firsthand the second I stepped inside.

“Nothing serious mom, it was an accident” I replied impassively, and before I even get a response from her mother instinct bullshit I ran directly to my bedroom so that I won’t hear what she has to say.

Honestly speaking though, now that I’ve got a taste of Valentine’s iron fist I’m starting to consider backing out of this stupid shitty contract that aims to break his heart. It’s good, but I’m starting to doubt myself if I can do the task and he probably doesn’t even have a heart for that.

I was focused on putting some Band-Aid on my bruised face when I got a call from an unknown number which I ignored for the last two minutes. I don’t usually answer them for the basic reason that I don’t know them, but when it kind of reached the maximum ring, I picked up.

“Hello, who’s this?” I asked, partially irritated.

“Oh thank goodness, you answered!” exclaimed an unrecognizable lady voice. “This is Valerie”

“Oh hi Valerie, how’d you get my number?”

“That doesn’t matter, what matter is you starting your very own mission to destroy Valentine’s heart tonight.”

“Wait, what? Tonight already?” I almost yelled in shock, but then I remembered my sister’s room was just next door, and she could be spying on me again, so I lowered down my voice into a whisper. “I don’t understand.”

“Okay listen to me Dominic, Francine is hosting a house party tonight, and you guess what…… if there’s a party,” said Valerie making sure that she’s pronouncing all of the words loud and clear for my comprehension and somehow she’s trying to sound a little bit persuasive.

“There’s Valentine” I agreed, nodding ostensibly as the thought slowly came into me.

“That’s right boy, you got it right.”

“Uhm I’m sorry, who’s Francine?” I asked, wondering who this Francine is. I know that was out of the blue and somehow funny, but I want to know everyone who’s acquainted with this whole plan for further purposes. I might bump into some minor trouble and that I needed some backup or so.

“Oh, she’s one of the members of our club.”

Now that she mentioned ‘our club’ to me, I felt more like this insane frustrated person, and I’m starting to question my abrupt decision earlier.

I asked myself, do I belong in this thing? I mean, I know I don’t belong in this whole anti-Valentine whatnot consisting of insecure bitches, but their cause was so believable, and by just thinking that I’m their greatest asset towards breaking Valentine’s heart right now, I’m beginning to think that I’m their very own Mockingjay, although I think that’s lame for me to imagine. I can’t believe I just signed my ass in that hate club without consulting the consequences entailed into it.

“Oh, I see, but how am I supposed to get there?” I don’t know this Francine girl or if I ever saw her at school or attended a party with her and the stuff like that but I’m sure she’s one of the insecure girls who had fallen easily towards the deceptive charm of Valentine.

“Don’t worry I’ll send you the address and by the way, Francine already know you so she might just approach you when you’re already there and take note, she’ll be watching your moves.”

“Okay, then bye” I muttered, and I admit I didn’t understand any of Valerie’s last statements there. I’m already thinking about what I should do now.

A few minutes after Valerie’s call, I didn’t realize that I was already on the verge of a small panic attack.

This is fucking ridiculous man!

Valentine just punched me in the face like five hours ago, and I admit with no further hesitations and in denial tendencies that his punch was so painful. And now I’m going to start my mission already as in now for Pete’s sake how am I supposed to deal with that. I barely even had the chance to devise an effective plan or something, and I’m sure Valentine still has bad blood on me.

Although my anger just rushed out of the shell, I think I did the first task perfectly from the list, which is to steal Valentine’s attention. Now I’m just going to have to proceed with task number 2 which unfortunately has to kiss him.

I arrived at the house party with no concrete plan on how to do task number 2. It was even harder to see a lot of people dancing and twitching with the beat of the loud music reverberating through the void.

“Hey, Dominic, right?”

I was already surfing my way through the sea of people just going where my feet would lead me when a soft and cold hand grabbed me by my nape.

“Yep, that’s me” I confirmed when I turned to see a tall skinny girl with a wavy ash blonde hair that extends up to her lower breast. “Francine right?”

“Ahuh, follow me……have a short talk” She nodded before ushering me upstairs where there are fewer people on earshot.

“So, what now?”

“Okay, first of all, I want to take this golden opportunity to say thank you for taking the risk, you are clearly saving a lot of broken hearts if by chance you succeed at this,” She said partially inhaling shallow breathing. Somehow I wondered how I will exactly save those hearts when they’re already broken, but then I began thinking that doing the same thing to the perpetrator of the act would be so much more of a fulfilment that would gratify every satisfactions. “I was, by the way, the one who suggested that making Valentine gay before breaking his heart would be better than the initial plan.”

“Oooh, smart girl” I harrumphed faking a short smiled and waited for her to start talking again.

“Valentine came here earlier, and I think he’s playing beer pong with some random guys downstairs, now you should begin your mission any minute or else he’s going to find some random girl downstairs, I bet he’s already talking with someone or might as well kissing her in the neck right now so you must be on you’re A-game and begin your mission.”