Strangers in a Restaurant Pt 3: Wade’s Confession

Tiffany

I remembered dating Tiffany back in high school, around the same time you were with Mike. She thought she was the center of attention when we were together. I guess dating the star player of a high school basketball team had its perk. Well, that all changed after my little fight with Mike for what he did to you. The principal was so embarrassed, and the coach was not too happy with me. That they both thought it was an innovative idea to give me two separate punishment and not one. Coach banned me from the next game, which wasn’t surprising. And the principal suspended me for three weeks, not two as you originally thought.

Anyway, a few months went by and the senior prom was coming up. Tiffany and I weren’t seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. Like the fight I had at the game, and how her popularity diminished because of it. Which I don’t know how that happened, as she wasn’t involved in the fight. I guess she was too worried about losing her chances at becoming prom Queen. Which by the way, wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for me, because I was on the ballot to be voted King, but the principal had me removed from the list for additional punishment. So, Tiffany got stressed out because she wanted the perfect prom. Where I, on the other hand, was more concerned about you.

I remembered meeting up with you a few weeks before prom and I asked you did you find anyone to go with. You told me that you did, a guy named Will asked you out and you said yeah. Honestly, I was relieved that someone did, because I knew how a lot of guys were avoiding you like the plague after that fight. People blamed you for the team losing the championship game, but I didn’t, and neither did the team. Like I said the coach made us see more to life than a silly basketball game.

A week later, Tiffany gave me a call and gave me that infamous line “we need to talk.” I met up with her after school and there was this guy with her. She told me his name was Will and that she would be going to prom with him that year. Which was funny, because I swore you just told me that you were going to prom with a guy named Will as well unless there was two of them and he was just one of them. Anyway, I wasn’t surprised that Tiffany stood me up for prom. She always wanted attention and she would do anything to get it. She even had the nerve to tell me we were still a couple. She was going with Will because he was guaranteed to win King that night. And you know me, I played it cool and let her do what she wanted. But unknown to her, I was going to end things with her after graduation.

But after Tiffany left I talked to Will for a second to make sure he wasn’t the same one that you mentioned. He told me that he was aware of what Tiffany was doing and decided to go along with her plan. I asked him why he would do that. Then he told me he was originally was going to ask you to prom, but Tiffany came to him and made a convincing argument. Which I don’t know how convincing she was, because that girl was not that smart when it came to school. But just like you I didn’t have anyone to go to prom with. So, I decided to just stay home when that night came. But that was until a week before prom I had this brilliant idea.

Since we both weren’t going to prom that year, I figured I bring prom to us. So, I told my parents about the whole situation, and they agreed to help me get some things together to make it happened. I spent a whole weekend getting the decoration and asking you what your favorite music was. It was easy to keep it a secret since I was the only one who knew about it. But my plan almost was ruined when Tiffany called and told me that she made a mistake and wanted to go with me. I don’t know what changed her mind, but I was too committed to helping you have a good sendoff once we left high school. So, I told her that I already made plans that night. She told me to cancel them, but I told her it was simply too important, and that she would either go by herself or find another date. She wasn’t too happy with the options I gave her, so, she hung up the phone and ever called back.

The day of the prom, I went to the park and picked a spot big enough for us to have our own. Thankfully our neighborhood put in enough money to make the picnic area big enough to be a dance floor, or we be really screwed that night. As I was decorating though a few of the neighborhood kids came by and asked what I was doing. So, I told them of my plan and they thought it was lame.

I decorated one of the seating areas there and got a mixtape together. I gave the mixtape to the one I thought was more reliable to stick around and told him to just put the cd player and stand there like a DJ. He agreed if I paid him to look silly. So, I gave him a twenty and left it at that. He was trying to bargain for more, but I told him I’ll tell his parents about him extorting money from other people. He shut up quick about it and got to work on the music.

Meanwhile, I ran home and got dressed in my black tuxedo and black dress shoes. I grabbed the corsage and went to your house, thank God it wasn’t too far, because my feet were killing me.

Once I made it to your house and you opened the door with confusion on your face.  I explained everything to you and I could tell you wanted to cry but kept it together just for me. Your mom, on the other hand, lost it and took you upstairs to help you change into your dress she bought for you a few weeks before.

An hour would pass, and you would come back downstairs in a blue dress, with sparkles all around that lit up every time the light hit. Your hair was coming down with one side covering your left eye. You wore heels for the first time in your life. Which was funny because you couldn’t take two steps without almost eating the ground.

After your parents took like a thousand pictures of us, we took a nice long walk to the park, which again I really wish was close, because those shoes were killing me. But I couldn’t complain about it, you deserved to have a perfect night, especially after everything you’ve done for me and everything I put you through.

When we finally approached the park and approached our “homemade” prom. You were almost in tears, to know that someone cared so much to give you that special night. You looked around and even thanked my little employee for helping me, even though he didn’t. But you turned around and walked towards me. I looked at you in your eyes and can see the gratitude you were giving me. You didn’t have to say a word, because I already knew.

I asked you to dance with me, and you said yes with no hesitation. I signal the kid to play the first song, and I knew right off the back you would love it. It was your personal favorite Celine Dion “My heart will go on.” You looked straight up at me, wondering how I knew that was your favorite song. Seeing that you never told anyone. You can thank your mother for that one. I learned that song for two weeks straight, just so I can sing the lyrics right back to you while we dance. Even though I’m not the greatest singer in the world. I did my best, but I didn’t hear one complaint from you. We danced until the next song played. Which was another one of your favorites Marc Anthony “I want to spend my lifetime loving you.”

Once again, I sang the lyrics just for you. I felt a tear from your face hit my wrist. I wanted to grab your face and wipe away the tears from your face. But I didn’t want to mess up that perfect moment. For a perfect prom, for a perfect woman.

 

Lisa

A few weeks after our “prom” date. I came to realize that I wanted to be more than Just friends. I wanted to tell you about my feelings, but I couldn’t find the right time. Truth be told I should’ve told you during that dance. But you know me, always the “action speaks louder than words” type of guys. But words sometimes spoke louder.

While we were going to college, I tried to find every way possible to tell you without making it weird. I mean let’s face it, we’ve been friends since we were like seven. I didn’t want to mess that up, so, I kept it to myself as the years went on. Even though it killed me that you were dating Gary at the time. I guess you can say life got tired of waiting for me to say something. So, it found someone that would.

I never hated Gary, I just grew envious of him because he took something from me. His happiness, your happiness, should’ve been mine happiness. But instead I sat there upset and depressed watching you two be happy together. Until you called me and told me about him being gay.

I was pissed off with Gary at first because he used you to hide his little secret. But you asked me to help him out. And once again my love for you took control of my emotions. So, we talked, and he told me how sorry he was for using you. And I explained how I wasn’t the one he should be apologizing to. At first, he thought I meant you, but I said his parents. He was confused at first, but I told him that they deserve that much. I told him they will either love him or hate him, but he couldn’t keep this charade up for long. And it would be only a matter of time before someone else caught on to it.

Once again, I had a chance to tell you how much I loved you, and what I really wanted out of life. But again, I coward and say nothing. And life once more saw fit to punish me. So, it gave you Charles. You told him about me and I sat there and pretended that I was happy. Where I hated myself for not saying anything to you again.

However, I was optimistic this time around and figured that it wouldn’t last long. How much of a fool was I to think that? You stopped answering my phone calls, ignoring my text messages. I was beginning to think that you forgot all about me. Until almost a year later I called you hoping that you would pick up. Well, you did, and I was happy for a second until you told me that you were engaged to him.

It took a moment to process what you just said to me. So, I asked just to be sure that I heard you the first time around. You confirmed to me that you were engaged to Charles. I just put my head down in defeat, knowing that I would always wonder what it would be like to be with you. To be more than just friends. But it was nothing more than a fantasy, and that’s all it will be.

A few months would go by and you were still in school while planning your wedding. I felt bad watching you deal with everything. So, I decided to help you out a bit. I decided to help you out a lot now that I think about it. But that’s not the point. The point is I was helping you come up with your perfect wedding. While that Lazy ass fiancé of yours just sat there and did nothing. But here I was doing it again. I gave you the perfect prom, now I was giving you the perfect wedding. Honestly, I was hoping you would see my worth and drop him. But the only thing you saw was a good friend help you out.

Unfortunately, things would change in the coming months. You knew I didn’t like Charles, but I kept it to myself. What I did not know that he felt the same way too. But I wouldn’t know that at the time. I remembered one day I went to your apartment to see if everything was ready for your wedding. Instead of you being there, Charles was hanging around. He was quite surprised to see me as if he wasn’t expecting me to show up to your apartment or something. He asked me was I there to talk about your last-minute changeup. I was confused at first, but I needed to clarify what he was saying, so, I asked him.

He told me that you changed the seating arrangements as well as the guest list. So, I checked it for myself and quickly realized that I was nowhere on the guest list or the seating arrangements. I confronted Charles with this latest information, but he swore to me that he had nothing to do with it.

I thought maybe if I called you and got a clear explanation everything would be good. But he told me that there was nothing she could do, everything was set and ready to go. And you couldn’t waste any more time fixing it, especially with the wedding so close. I was hurt by the betrayal. Once again, another girl used me to get what she wanted. I left your apartment and went home that day. I got a bottle of alcohol and started drinking until I blacked out.

I woke up the next morning with a tremendous hangover and looked at my phone to see what time it was. To my surprise, I saw a text message from you and opened it to see what you had to say to me. All you wrote was that you were sorry and that you hoped that I would understand one day. The pain I was feeling was indescribable. I hated you from that day forward. And I never wanted to speak to you again.

Now before I continue to the next person. There something you should know about your blouse. I brought that tens years ago as a wedding a gift. I told your mother what happened few days after your wedding. Even though she couldn’t believe it, I told her as far as I can see we were done. But I begged her not to mention that I was over there. So, I gave her the gift and walked away. Didn’t know she would send years later as a birthday gift and signed my name on a card to prove that it was me. Your mother was always clever.

 

           

 

Caterina

A few years will go by and I was dealing with a lot of emotional turmoil. I was drinking every night which would lead me to break my things and having mental breakdowns in my apartment. Sometimes it would get so bad that my neighbors would call the cops, just so I can settle down.

Eventually, the cops would get tired of coming to my apartment every night. So, one night I got arrested and charged with disturbing the peace and endangering others. Lucky for me the judge felt that I had a problem that wouldn’t be solved by sitting in a cell. So, he ordered me to attend mandatory AA or by its proper name Alcoholic Anonymous meetings.

A few months would go by and I wasn’t making any progress whatsoever. Because after each meeting I would go to a bar not too far from there and have another drink. I just prayed that no one recognizes me and calls the cops. If so, it would be straight to jail for me. But during my visits at the bar, there was this woman who always sat at a booth by herself. She would sit there just staring at her glass every night. A few hours would go by and she would leave soon after.  She would repeat this routine every night for the next three months, while she rejected every guy that came her way. But I been watching her for those next three months. Wondering what it was that made her move towards a guy and not pushed them away. After careful observation, I noticed that the drink she was having was nothing more than a club soda. It explained why she would turn every guy that came her way. She didn’t like alcohol, but if she didn’t why was she there?

One day I asked the bartender to get the girl another club soda because I noticed hers was empty. The bartender approached her with the club soda and point to me. Signifying it was me that ordered it for her. She grabbed her things and got up from the booth. My first thought was that I messed up and I was the next guy that she would reject for the night, then leave. But no, she walked up to me and asked me for my name. I would tell her and asked for her name in return and she would say in the softest voice “Caterina.” The name stood out, but her beauty stood out more. She asked me if I can walk her home and I said sure. Knowing that I was just a little too drunk to walk myself home. But here I was about to walk this precious diamond back to her home.

As we walked down the street she confessed that she’s been waiting for me to say something to her for months. At first, I was confused about what she just said, and she explained further that she saw me one day coming out of the meeting and followed me to that bar. Ever since she would go there every night and wait for me to say something. I guess I wasn’t the only one stalking her. We would eventually laugh it off and make it to her house. She noticed my condition and told me I can crash at her place until I sobered up. So, I did and that’s how we started to talk.

Fast forward another few years and me being sober. Caterina and I have grown a lot closer since that night at the bar. We even spoke a few times about dating each other. But she would always tell me she wasn’t ready for anything serious. But she was glad that I considered her as a girlfriend. But truth be told it was frustrating that she would always put us off until she was “ready.” But at the same time, I couldn’t blame her for waiting. Because even though it was her that help me get cleaned up. I could never stop thinking about you.

I would wake up in the middle of the night crying about how you abandoned me. And other times I wouldn’t go to sleep at all, because of how upset I was with you. I would call her in the middle of the night. She would wake up and answer the phone and we’ll talk all night until the sun came up. Even though she had to go to work each morning, it didn’t bother her that I was calling her to wake her up in the middle of the night.

But one night she came to my apartment saying we needed to talk about something serious. I said okay and told her I would be home all night. She came a few hours later pacing my living room back and forth for a minute until I stopped her. She looked at me for a second, then wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips close to mines making a connection. At first, I sat there, then I closed my eyes and put my hands around her waist. I pushed her back against the wall as she would tighten her arms around my neck, while I gripped my hands around her waist. We would go for about a few minutes until she broke free and gently broke away from me.

She then says that we can’t be together even if we try. I asked her what she meant by that. And she told me that we couldn’t be a couple because I was still in love with you. No matter how hard I try to deny it. There was always something there, and she didn’t want to come in between us. So, she took it upon herself to create my Facebook page in hopes of finding you. Long story short. She’s the reason why I’m sitting here with you today.

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