it is over billy

she barked, edging back and gripping the wrapper that

covered her.

*Sandra, I don't understand you. After all, we are

in love with each other... After all, we intended to do it

someday,* Billy argued.

*Is that why you had to drug me through a drink?

Believe me, I never knew you were such a beast!* she

spat.

*Sandra...! Sandra!*

*I hate you Billy! Oh I hate you!* she cried.

*But Sandra, who said I drugged the drink?* he

challenged.*Just look at your lying tongue... Just how could

you do this to me?* she muttered between sobs.

*Because I love you Sandra... I wanted to be the

first,* he said childishly. A long pause followed. It

seemed she was going to forgive him but when she

spoke, although her voice was low, it was quite frigid.

*I understand! Now could you please excuse me

so that I can get dressed?*

*Sandra...!*

*Excuse me or I'll scream,* she said determinedly.

Billy stared at her and saw the glint of anger in her

eyes. He turned and walked out of the room, shaking

his head in amazement. He hadn't visualized this kind

of reaction from her. In his heart, he thought: She'll

pipe down in a few days. Surely she will. He was still

in his reverie when she stamped out of the room, her

eyes wet with the scalding tears and her lips set into a

determined line of defiance.

*Look, I'm sorry, Sandra...* he began as he

followed her out of the premises. There was no word

from her. She just kept walking with that tilted chin,

ignoring his presence and pleas with an invigorated

arrogance until she climbed into a taxi by the major

road adjoining his little street. She left him with an

exclamatory sentence that shot through his heart like a

bullet.

*It's over Billy! It's over! Mark it anywhere!* In the next three weeks, after Sandra had jilted Billy,

the boy knew a feeling that was akin to being a wash

out. It was one of the most miserable times in Billy's short life

and that old fear of inadequacy and playing the second fiddle

began to haunt him again. He had not realized how much

she had become a part of his life until now. He did it

because he had wanted to consolidate the relationship,

but rather, that act had shattered everything good the

girl saw in him. He wondered how he would find another

girl that could replace her. That seemed an impossible

task. Somewhere in his heart, he knew he had been

wrong but he had done it because of fear, the fear of

one singular boy. And who knows, the girl might as

well be running into his open arms. After all, was she

not the one that said that he had admirable qualities that

could trip any girl?

Billy searched for her on campus but he always ran

out of luck for he never came across the girl. He had

written an apology letter to her and he intended to hand

it over to her anytime he finally met her. His major

restraint was time. He rarely had time these days

because of piling up assignments and tests in class.

Moreover, there was still work for him to do at his

fashion house. His tailors and fitters were dedicated