Obsessive Love Disorder 1

Chapter 46

"What's wrong, Ate?" He smiled, stepping closer, but I immediately took a step back.

"Don't come near me!"

"That look... I like it... No, I love it," he said, inching closer.

I kept retreating, one step at a time.

"Don't come near me!" I shouted, panic rising.

"Why? Ate, bakit parang takot ka sa'kin?"

"You! You're not Papa and Ma'am Rosita's kid. Who are you?!"

"Me? I'm Wilder Alistair—"

"Lies!"

He tilted his head, eyes glinting. "Do you think I'm Clai?"

I froze. How did he know what I was thinking? My lips pressed together before I could avert my gaze.

"W-what are you talking about? Why would I even think that?!" I stammered.

He gently brushed my cheek with his hand.

"Aviana~ Aviana~ you're so bad at lying," he said, grinning. I looked at him warily. "So... now you know I'm not your sibling. Does that mean... I have a chance?"

I frowned. What the heck is he talking about? "Chance? For what?"

"Are you acting slow? Or just an idiot?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I glared at him. "Okay fine, dahil hindi mo na na-gets. I'll just say it... I will court you."

"Wait... what?!"

"Why are you so shocked, Ate? Don't tell me... you didn't notice it either. Ouch, that hurts me," he said, clutching his chest in mock pain.

I grimaced at his antics, but when I noticed him staring, I quickly forced myself to act normal.

"You're crazy. Kahit hindi ka totoong anak ni Ma'am Rosita, that doesn't mean may pag-asa ka," I said, shoving him lightly to make some distance. "And face it... anak ka na ngayon ni Ma'am Rosita. So please... stop with that nonsense."

I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm, pressing me against his chest. I froze, staring at him wide-eyed.

"After sneaking into my room... without my permission... you're just leaving like nothing happened?" I slapped his hand off my arm, finally breaking free.

I stepped back, giving us space, and looked him in the eye seriously.

"I admit it. I was wrong. And don't worry—I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me."

I turned to leave... but suddenly, he hugged me.

"That's not what I meant," he murmured. I furrowed my brows. What the heck does he want?

"I'm... I'm obsessed with you."

I froze. My body wouldn't move. Tell me this is a dream! I wanted to wake up. Two people with obsessive tendencies... obsessed with me? Ano ba 'to? I pushed him back.

"Wilder! Matulog ka na! Pagod lang 'yan!" I said, turning to leave, but curiosity made me glance back.

"Remember this... I won't ever love you. Move on. Find someone else. Masasaktan ka lang kung ipipilit mo 'yung sarili mo sa akin."

I walked away, my chest tight, heartbeat racing.

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I woke up to sunlight on my face. My eyes widened. Wilder was lying next to me. Magkatabi kami.

"Good morning," he greeted, grinning.

"Ah!" I yelped in surprise.

I sat up, glaring. "What do you think you're doing?! Bakit ka nandito sa kwarto ko?!"

"Chill, I didn't do anything wrong," he said, smirking. "I was scared. Baka may multo sa room ko, kaya naisip ko matulog dito."

I slapped my forehead. "Ano? Multo?! Ilang araw ka na natutulog mag-isa, tapos ngayon ka pa matatakot?! Ano ka bakla?!"

Suddenly, he was in front of me, our faces inches apart.

"Meron bang bakla na nagkakagusto sa babae?" he asked seriously.

"Mmmh... meron." I paused. "Mga lalaki na hindi pa alam na bakla sila."

Before I could react, he shoved me back on the bed, pining me down, holding both my wrists.

"Do you want me to prove that I'm not gay?" he asked, serious, irritated.

I swallowed hard. "W-Wilder, I'm just joking," I said, forcing a smile.

"It's too late—"

"I hate perverts," I said firmly.

He released me and leaned back, sitting on the bed. I exhaled, trying to calm my racing heart.

"I... I'm sorry," he said softly. I stayed silent. "Food is ready downstairs. I'll wait for you."

He left. I exhaled, relief washing over me. Muntik na 'yon ah.

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While eating, he watched me, just like Clai used to.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked.

"Black, violet, pink, red, white, yellow."

"Favorite food?"

I froze. He's not Clai. Clai would know all my favorites.

"Piniritong baboy," I answered.

"Do you still think I'm Clai?" he asked.

"Yes."

He laughed, making me feel a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

"What's so funny?!"

"Silly. I'm not Clai. Why would you think I am?"

"Because you remind me of him," I said seriously.

"Have you really missed him that much, that you see him in me?" he asked, quietly.

Miss? Did I... miss him?