The Gal, The Guy, and that one Premature Moment

Chapter 5

I was shocked by what I heard from her. That voice really sounded like a cherub's melody. I was really in awe. I never expected that she would have such a voice, a voice that's soft and mellow when speaking and gentle when singing. The days went by and that thought of her voice lingered through my mind. Wandering aimlessly and hitting me with seratonin at random moments of the day.

Once again it was a warm day in the campus, surprisingly warm for a day in August. I was at my favorite spot on the armchair by the lobby grills, stilling playing with my pen and looking at my notebook doing some random scribbles when some of my "friends" (let's add air quotes because things are getting suspicious) wobbled the chair, disrupting my writing.

"Do you mind?" I said to them.

They then eyed the notebook. They smirked and gave me a smug look.

"Well, well, look at Don Romantico writing to his bonita." they said insultingly.

I eyed them.

What's wrong with writing? Besides you can't put the pronoun "your" when it's not yours.

Unknowingly, they have been observing me as I wrote on the notebook. This generation seems to have a problem with writing letters, poems and sincere expressions of love.

"Susssss 'yang mga sulat sulat na 'yan para lang 'yan sa mga matatanda. Grow up! Meron nang texting oh! Hingi ka ng number. Ligawan mo na sa text baka maunahan ba sige ka." they said.

I was furious. I immediately got up from the chair and proceeded to sit by the stairs and started to scribble away.

In today's world of phones and digital stuff, true love is hard to find.

As I was scribbling, I was interrupted by the sound of the school's P.A. system.

"Paalala sa mga pinuno ng mga banda para sa Battle of the Bands, magkakaroon ng meeting sa Grade 10 building mamayang tanghali."

After hearing the news, I proceeded to eat since it was during recess time. The time flew and before I knew it I was at the lobby of the grade 10 building in front of section Moore. I had poor eyesight but when I got close, I saw from out the window a familiar figure. It was her again. She was busy with something. She still looks cute though. Not gonna lie.

Mrs. Hernandez then invited us to enter section Franklin and we all took our sits. To my surprise, I saw her come in with I think ate Loraine, I'm not sure.

"Good noon everyone" greeted Maam Hernandez. "Alam naman siguro nating lahat kung bakit kayo napatawag. Didiretso nalang ako sa pagpapaliwanag ng mga dapat gawin para sa paligsahan na ito."

While Maam Hernandez was busy explaining the rules and what needs to be done I felt someone come towards me and to my surprise it was her! I can't understand why am I so jittery about this. She's just near me

Calm yourself down God damn it!

I also noticed that she was standing and unknowingly I stood up and offered her the chair I was sitting. She then smiled.

"Sige na. Ikaw nalang d'yan" she shyly said to me.

"Assusss. Hindi maganda na nakaupo ang lalaki habang nakatayo ang isang babae so I insist." I insisted.

She then smiled and sat down and we continued with the meeting.

"By the way, " added Maam Hernandez. "Una pang magaganap ang Intramurals before sa Battle of the Bands so I wish you luck."

"Thank you maam." answered the students.

I began to walk outside and I saw her again talking with one of her classmates. I gave her a small hand wave. She smiled and that was enough. As I walked back towards our building, I felt warm blood rush to my cheeks. I felt like I was turning red.

Wooiiiii easy lang ! Nagsmile lang siya. Hindi ka niyakap o hinalikan so chill!

I don't know why I'm like this. I don't know why being nice is seen as gestures of courtship even if the feelings are not yet settled.

Letter #5

Dear Ate Marian,

I don't know why and I don't know how to explain about some certain things. Like how my brighthens up my day with just the of you, like how your voice is so gentle, like how your smile is so contagious. Honestly, your just like a ball of pure sunshine. The luminence you give out eases the edgy ends of the situations.
I hope that light still lives within you.

Sincerely yours,

    Lyle L. Alonzo
Grade 8-Socrates

P.S. I don't know why but my heart beats for you tbh.