The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Yhannie
I can't grasp the fact that despite rehearsing for that final interview I still failed to make them say 'congratulations you got the job'. Even with doing a proper research prior and spending some time in front of the mirror practicing how I would portray myself and how I would express my thoughts, failure still made me its prey. I guess job number sixteen isn't really for me. It was only between me and a barreled lady with a pixie cut that doesn't even match her features. I almost thought I already got the job right before I get into the final interview thinking that they will always pick the prettier ones but a bitch was dead wrong.
I felt awful for thinking it that way but I'm still happy that someone finally got a job. Who knows she got some hungry children to feed or might be a lazy husband to leave while I only have myself to take care of?
I let out a deep sigh of disappointment as I move my ass out of the building clearly trying to swallow the lingering reality that when I get home, I'm still unemployed. I just want to let my parents know that I can be independent, that I can feed myself and that I can take care of myself. While the financial support that I'm getting from them is all good and got me backed up, I still feel the urge of wanting to feel the complete gag of being an adult and for me that means getting a job. It isn't necessarily the first step towards independence and adulthood but it provides a lot of learning experiences.
My feet don't know where to bring my ass to at least distract the sadness brought by the rejection. I ended up going shopping, a strange addiction of mine, just to feel a sense of relief and forget the rejection that I got. I promised myself that I'm just going to go around and just check things. I'm dearly trying to resist spending but the saying is true. Promises are truly made to be broken. I ended up spending a grand on things that I don't even need.
When I got home I instantly remembered Dominic and me have an unfinished conversation earlier. I just can't express the swirling sensation of joy that I'm feeling after he called me. I always felt like we never truly forgot about each other, even after the fiasco that ruined our friendship and the truth that we have to move on with our separate lives, there's still this thought that keep on hoping he's doing fine.
I might as well call him back, I thought to myself. I've missed that guy so much that if I could just teleport immediately to where he is right now I certainly will. I really have to talk and apologize to him in person; after all, almost everything that happened to him started because of my poor life choices. I instigated a lot of shit that went down and eventually shattered his high school life. If I didn't attempt to become that one brave hero who jumps into battle and saves the day, he wouldn't be jumping into a disaster that he can't even control.
Our high school graduation is the saddest thing that I've been part of. Dominic stood on the podium with almost no one appreciating his milestone achievement. No one cared that he was the class Valedictorian. I'm proud of him though, that's a basic fact but he was not giving me a bit of attention that I can't express how proud and joyous I am for him. I guess this is the right time to finally fix that shit.
There's a part of me that already accepted the fact that our friendship had no chance of resurfacing after it sank. This might be the one chance that I'll truly get my high school best friend back.
I fished my phone from my bag and went on to dial the number that Dominic used and after a few rings he picked up.
"I thought you'd never call me back." The typical Dominic spoke over the phone. This is probably one of the things that I've missed about him. Every time I call, I never get a hello as an opening spiel. Instead he'll say whatever he wants. That simple understanding sits very well whenever we are together.
"Well, hello to you too." I replied in a grating tone.
"So how was your job interview by the way? Did you get the job? I'm sure you got the job." Dominic went almost continuously and confidently, little did he know I was rejected.
"Hold up, hold up! Can you at least let me talk first?" I inquired putting a break on his lips.
"But you are already talking." He replied.
"Whatever." I said starting to get the most comfort. "I failed the interview, okay. But that's not what this call is all about and I'm sure you know that already."
"I'm so sorry,"
"You don't have to, Nick. It's just a job. There are a lot of jobs out there. Honestly though, I almost thought I already got the job." I continued. This is the sixteenth job that I've applied for and even after being rejected countless times, I still have a lot of jobs unchecked. This is starting to become a bucket list thingy. I hope it ends at job seventeen.
"Because you're pretty huh?" Dominic replied with the exact thought that once invaded my mind.
"That's what I'm thinking." I agreed with the ugly truth.
"Yhannie, the political climate has changed a lot ever since the invasion of the internet."
"Oh, shut up." I quickly spat before he could even proceed on educating me with a lot of things. "I miss you."
"I miss you too."
"You know what, Nick. Why don't we meet up tomorrow? Maybe get some coffee," I muttered. "Maybe we could go to that old coffee shop and gossip just like old times?"
"What did you say?" Dominic replied as if he didn't hear all of the things that I just spoke.
"Seriously?" I muttered in annoyance.
"The only thing I heard is let's go party." He spat and I already know what's about to go down.
"Hmm, that sounds nice." I replied swallowing.
"Are you ready for another killer hangover?"
"I'm always ready hun,"
After the call I felt like a huge needle has been pulled from my heart. There's definitely that soothing feeling of finally getting a breath of fresh air. The giddy thought of meeting Dominic and having some wild catching to do is getting me psyched up for tomorrow. I thought maybe I could pull Vincent to join us.
I changed to my comfortable clothes and then decided to go upstairs to check if Vincent's already home. I was about to knock on his door when it magically opened just for me to be surprised by a very familiar face. It was no other than Keiran. He just gave me a bit of a smirk and then dashed out of Vincent's unit as if I did not exist.
This is the second time that I caught Keiran here. Last time wasn't that great and I'm worried that it's very much the same this time. I slowly brought myself inside the room and found Vincent lying on the floor his eyebrow is bleeding.
"Geez, Mother Mary." I gasped and quickly went on to help him get up. "Vincent, what the actual fuck did just happen here?!"
"I don't know." Vincent answered as I helped him get to the settee.
"What do you mean I don't know?" I asked almost sounding like a real nagger. "That's like the second time that thing happened."
"He just came here wanting to talk to me and then we ended up in a brawl," Vincent explained.
"If he keeps on harassing you like that we should file a restraining order." I'm starting to get in heat.
"What? No, we don't have to, it's okay."
"I'm being serious here, Vincent! That guy can't just come here and pick a fight with you whenever he wants to."
"Yhannie, it's okay. Just leave him. I can always handle him."
"What do you mean you can handle him? Vincent, if you already broke up with each other there's no...... You know what let me handle this" I spat; my voice is already rising up.
I got on my feet and was already at the door having decided to pursue Keiran and put him to his ass to finally end this bullshit when Vincent stopped me.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm going to follow that guy." My voice is firm.
"Stop, please!" Vincent begged.
"Let..."
"I still love him."
"I know that." Of course I know Vincent still loves him that's why he's still trying to find a way to move on.
"No, no, no. I mean I really do and I was the one who called him here." He revealed and I was quickly thrown into the sea of confusion.
"The what?" I asked.
"Yes. You heard it right. I was the one who called him to come here."
"Are you kidding?"
My voice kind of softened a little bit but my anger for Keiran just magically disappeared and was changed with confusion and pity. Confusion that I don't know what's going on inside Vincent's head. I just thought he's really trying to get past him. I know it's hard and it's a long process but this is making me explode. Pity that he's really stuck in the middle of this maelstrom.
"I'm so sorry. I just can't. I just....." I looked at Vincent in the eye as he began shedding painful tears.