Rockstar Serenade: The Chorus

Ch 32: Cheers To The Wasted Years

KAILEY~

I remain at the balcony, concealed by our artificial bamboo plant, as I get a bird’s eye view of Irony Affairs packing their things and mounting them in their vehicles. Seeing Trevor helping in the arrangement of their stuff makes me want to scream, but something just forbids me to do so. I rejected him, didn’t I? I’ve thought of my actions deeply to the point that I had to take in alcohol to escape from my Trevor-related stress. I needed rest.

But by the end of the day, I just know I can’t return those feelings anymore. The old me had died. I just can’t bring her back, not after all the ache she’s received.

The house was immersed with a jovial mood these past couple of days, but things were just so melodramatic between me and Trevor. I’m not saying that I hated the melodrama, I’m just—

“Trevor! Why aren’t the boxes of used clothes in the compartment? Argh, you fuckin’ cockstar!”

Did Zephyr just... call Trevor... a fuckin’ cockstar?!

Instantly, my blood boils.

Trevor acts like he didn’t hear Zeph at all. He just plods to Xave’s SUV and takes two boxes that are beside the driver’s door. I wait for the furious hothead inside of him to emerge, but Trevor didn’t do anything interesting. Argh, what a pity! Hurriedly, with clenched fists, I dart across our corridor ‘til I reach the stairs. Not long after, I step on our grassy front yard, where everyone else is gathered.

Seething with anger, I approach Zeph menacingly. “Yo, Zeph!” I call out.

He turns around and grins widely. “Oh hey, Poxy! Before I forget I would just like—Ow!”

Bwahaha. My fist flew under his sternum and directly at his gut. Down to his knees Zephyr goes. I show him an evil smile and I laugh malevolently inside. I don’t regret this one bit. In fact, letting out my fury in one punch feels so damn good.

All eyes stares at me with horror. The Irony boys and my bandmates begin to laugh at Zeph rolling on the grass, but it’s Trevor’s gaze is different that caught my attention. Unlike the others who are focused on Zeph, He looks at me with parted lips and widened eyes. My world has slowed down during the eye contact, like for a moment there, there is only me and Trevor.

“What was that for, Poxy?!” Zeph asks, clutching his stomach while shakily standing up.

“I just felt like giving you a punch,” I say coolly and loudly for everyone else to hear. Then in a soft whisper, I snarl, “Fucking cockstar.”

Instantly, from the look on his face, I know he understood why I came down here. I shoot Trevor another look and he gives me a brittle smile.

This reminds me of the good ol’ days, when I’d always pour out my anger with bullies and jerks through fists. I once punched Zeph’s little brother Jake in the stomach for being a bastard around Trevor. The blow I gave to Jake is nothing compared to the one I gave Zeph. Jake wasn’t able to attend school the next day.

“Holy hell!  Kailey the Badass She-wolf* is back!” Xavier exclaims, taking in shallow breathes between bursts of laughter.

Trevor’s brittle smile fades into a genuine one, like he’s remembered the same thing Xave and I recalled.

Maybe Xave’s right. Maybe, the old me still lives after all. See that, Trevor? I don’t know exactly when I heard you begging for her to come back, but she’s still here. Only, she’s unable to forgive you. And she wants to say sorry. She was one who’d do anything for you, and she’s still willing to.