The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Vincent
Waking up early in the morning after that small pep talk with Yhannie is most probably the sole reason why I woke up feeling relatively lighter. The conversation we had last night isn't that much, but it most definitely helped me go to sleep without a heavy chest. It's all making sense to me now. I have to do what needs to be done in order for me to move forward with my life. I kind of see myself being stuck in these four walls for the next few months and I don't want that to happen. I don't want to let loneliness feed on me like a ghoul. I don't want that sorrow to shackle me into solitary confinement like a felon.
The sky was still a purple shade when I decided to take a bath, and when I finally emerged out of the shower, the sun was inching its way above the horizon. I walked towards the balcony and took a moment to bathe in the glory of vitamin D. I closed my eyes and subsequently let the young filaments of sunlight envelope my bare skin. As I leaned on the railings, I mustered a deep breath of the fresh morning dew and hoped that this day would be a fresh start for me and I know it will. With my eyes still closed, I quickly drifted to a place where I began seeing my future self. By the time I opened my eyes, I suddenly feel so much better than yesterday.
An hour later, Yhannie came knocking on my door, and when I opened the door for her, she greeted me with such enthusiasm.
"Bonjour, Mr Vincent from the house of Grande!" She squealed, trying to imitate a French accent which wasn't that bad at all. Yhannie just got off the shower as well. Her head is still wrapped with a towel.
"Bonjour à toi aussi" I replied to her, and she just looked at me with such a confused look.
"I don't know what that means but I'm going to guess it's French for good morning too,"
"Well you guess it right Miss Yhannie of the house of Thomas,"
"Oh okay," She said as I moved away to let her inside. "Are you taking any French classes?" She asked as she began ushering herself towards my living den.
"No but someone I know taught me that," I answered and immediately recalled who taught that to me. It was actually Keiran who taught me that. He lived in France for some time.
"Someone?" She turned her head around to look at me with her eyebrows cinched.
"It was he who we shouldn't call by his name," I replied. To be honest, not calling Keiran by his name is actually helping my situation a little bit. I don't want to remember and think of him every time we mention his name.
"Oh, okay."
"So, what are your plans for today?" I asked as I followed her.
"We are going on a date," She began. "A friendly date, of course."
"No, I mean how do we return the ring?" I clarified. I am fully ready to return that ring if it helps me forget about him.
"Oh yeah, how'd I forget about that."
"But you were the one who suggested that." I reminded her. "You're getting old."
"I know and I'm currently thinking of a plan,"
"What? I thought you've already thought of a plan," That's what I'm expecting, and I don't want to think of a plan either. It's her idea so she should take care of it.
"I am currently doing that right now," She said, moving into her brainstorming mode. This is kind of a no brainer, to be honest. We can just set up a meet-up with Keiran.
"While you're doing that I'm going to make my coffee," I blabbered and went to make my own coffee. "Do you want some coffee as well?"
"Yes, please and don't forget to put a lot of creamer on it." She said just like a boss. "Oh and please put on some shirt because I can't stand watching those abs of yours."
"Girl, please!"
After I prepared our coffee, I followed Yhannie's instructions and slipped on some shirt and shorts.
"Here's your cup of coffee, mademoiselle." I blurted out and laid her cup of coffee on the table. We were now sitting at my balcony.
"Thank you," She said. She was busy tapping something on her phone.
I took a sip of the hot coffee before eventually walking back inside to grab my cigarette.
"So here's what we're going to do," Yhannie started as soon as I came back.
"Ahuh," I lit up my cigarette.
"I'm going so set a meet-up with Keiran somewhere,"
"Yeah, that's what I'm kind of thinking as well."
"But you shouldn't be there,"
"Understood." I nodded in agreement. A part of me wants to be the one to return the ring to Keiran and end things right there but then who knows what might happen when I see him. The toxic Vincent might probably show up and wreak havoc.
"I want you to be there as well but you can't show yourself,"
"Yeah, I'm just going to watch from afar just like an intel gathering some information,"
"Give me your phone," Yhannie requested almost like a mother asking for her kid's phone in the middle of the night.
"Why?" I asked, and I unlocked my phone before eventually handing it to her.
"What's his name here?" Yhannie asked as she tapped on my contacts.
"Uhm, I thought we aren't supposed to call him by his name." I said jokingly.
"There found it." Yhannie looked at me and then laughed. "What? You even added some heart emoji at the end of his name?"
"I know. It's lame right," I took a sip of coffee and followed it with a puff of the cigarette.
"I'm going to call him right now," She said and then handed my phone back. She dialled Keiran's number, and just after a few rings, he answered.
That's unbelievably quick. That's like a blink of an eye. Yhannie stood up just after she introduced herself and went inside to make sure I wasn't listening to their conversation. When I checked my phone, I noticed that Yhannie also deleted Keiran's phone number. That fucking bitch! But I guess I can't complain. I agreed to this whole moving on thing, and I will have to follow everything like a string puppet.
"So what did he say?" I inquired as soon as Yhannie came back.
"Well he agreed of course, after I persuaded him." Yhannie replied and grabbed her cup of coffee. "At first he doesn't want to believe it,"
"What?"
"He's worried that we are in cahoots."
"Jesus,"
I don't blame Keiran for thinking that way. I don't blame him for being extra careful at all, but I just don't accept the fact that he thinks I've become some type of creepy stalker that will do everything just to see him. The last time I called and lied to him about returning the ring just didn't work out the way I wanted it.
It took almost two hours for Yhannie to put on some clothes and make-up and I'm started to get impatient. I sat in boredom at her couch as she kept on switching things up. Finally, she's done putting on everything.
"Okay so here's the plan," Yhannie began. She just parked her car near a café. "I'm going to meet him there," She pointed at the tables a few meters from where she parked.
"That table?"
"Yes. Just stay here and watch."
Yhannie went out of the car, and after a few minutes, she's already sitting on the exact table that she had just pointed at me. She took one last glance at me and made it sure that I'm watching. Ten minutes passed before Keiran showed up and he's with someone else, a girl. A beautiful girl with long braids. I don't like this feeling at all. In fact, I don't want to think about it at all. I successfully blocked all sorts of thoughts inside my head, but I can't stop the way I felt after I laid my eyes on Keiran being with someone else. Jealousy and heart-ached both came rushing on me that I just wanted to get out of this car and go somewhere else. I deliberately redirected my sight away from them and focused on scrolling on Instagram just to entertain myself. I realized that I just closed that chapter of my life. It's over.
A few minutes later, Yhannie finally came back, and it's the first time that I'm not so excited about what she's about to tell me.
"That was quick," I said.
"It sure was quick. We didn't even have much of a conversation."
"Yeah,"
"He who shouldn't call by his name just practically showed up and immediately asked for the ring, and he didn't even bother to introduce that girl," Yhannie said, and I almost thought that was so disrespectful to Yhannie.
"And what did you do?" I followed up.
"I handed the ring to him of course,"
"Just like that?"
"Ahuh. I handed the ring and then excused myself,"
"You know what Yhannie? We should just get out of here." I suggested. I don't want to talk about Keiran anymore. It's hard, and I'm still hurting inside, but I'm left with no other choice but to accept this reality.
"Yeah we should," Yhannie nodded and started the engine.
"Now that I've officially closed this chapter of my life, I want to lay low for a while." I started talking as Yhannie continued to drive.
"What do you mean lay low?"
"I'm not open to mingle," I answered.
"Wow, really?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm going to close that mingle gate and focus for myself for a while,"
"Well, you are going on the right path. That's actually the next step. Focus on yourself first. Take some time to breathe. Now that you've cut ties with him, stop talking and thinking about him anymore."
"You're right," I exclaimed. Yhannie has been giving the best advice, and I don't even know if she's ever been to a serious relationship before. "You've been giving me great advice, how'd you even know all about that?"
"Er,......" Yhannie looked at me and let out a short chuckle. "I got it from google,"
"What the fuck? Are you freaking kidding me?"
"I'm just kidding,"
We had a late brunch at Stephanie's and then ended up shopping. Yhannie loved shopping so much that she'd bought a lot of things that she doesn't even need at all. She's overspending, but I guess she's going to be okay since her parents always have her back. We eventually found ourselves in a bar.
"Cheers to you finally deciding to return the ring and cutting ties with he who we shouldn't call by his name," Yhannie raised her cocktail in the air.
"Cheers to you finally getting hired after being rejected for a long time," I raised my glass and met hers.
We drank our cocktail in one gulp as if we're running out of it.
"Oh that was something," I uttered as I moved my tongue inside my mouth. This is my first time drinking in weeks, and I certainly missed the taste of alcohol.
"Sometimes I wonder why they call this cocktail when there's no cock at all," Yhannie blabbered and I completely lost.
"What the fuck." I laughed at her.
"What? I mean, where them cocks?"
"Maybe it's because if you have too much of it, you start looking for a cock?" I spat.
"Then I guess I need ten more of these," She said, and we both went into a burst of hysterical laughter.
An hour later Yhannie went outside to smoke, and when she came back, she's already with a guy. I shook my head and thought she's only had three glass of cocktail, and she's already found, someone. She's outdoing herself, eh.
"Where'd you go?" I asked her.
"Vincent, this is Trevor and Trevor this is Vincent." This is the first time that Yhannie's introducing me to someone. "He's my boyfriend," Yhannie uttered, and I almost shit my pants. I know we had only become friends a few months ago, but I felt like she should've introduced me to this guy a long time ago.
"Hey, man nice to meet you," Trevor said, offering his hand for a handshake.
"Nice to meet you too, man!" I said, giving him a handshake.