SS2: Fabricated Soul

CHAPTER 4

Chapter 4: Butterflies

AIZE POV

Cal must been affected by the fake news prevalent in the school he study at. Of course, he is in trouble now. But he clarify everything that he is not that person who is now in the police custody that committed a crime and be convicted soon.

Simula pagpasok namin kaninang umaga hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin siya nakikita. "I shouldn't leave him alone, I should have comfort him." I look behind. I can't see his car coming out the main gate of the school.

He still inside his office, working his ass hard just to regale himself and forget everything happened today or maybe he is looking for ways to clean his image.. I don't know, I have no idea on what he has been through but the fact that he is alone without anybody on his side is much worst than I ever thought.

He declined to any visitors even I, his best friend, he rejected me. 'I just want to be alone.' That was he said when I tried to brake the lock on the door at his office.

For the nth time, I sigh. "Cal..." pabulong na ani ko sa kaniyang pangalan. Mas lalong bumigat ang pakiramdam ko. Parang kinukuyumos ang dibdib ko. Huminto ako sa paglalakad at napagpasyahang bumalik sa loob ng campus at hintayin siya hanggang sa kaniyang pag-uwi.

Nakayuko ako habang naglalakad pabalik. Tahimik at pinakikiramdaman ang paligid. May nakasalubong pa akong mga kapuwa ko mag-aaral ngunit mangilan-ngilang na lamang ito kumpara kanina.

I keep on walking until a sudden yet shrill high-pitched whistle halt me. I lift my head, disturbed.

Four pairs of a luxury shoes, four pair of a varsity uniforms, four black sport bag and four boastful ownersㅡdamn it! What now?

I rove my eyes around.

Tanging light post at mga tindahan na lamang ang makikitang may naka sinding ilaw. Maaga pa naman ngunit parang napagod ang lahat ng tao sa maghapong pagkakayod kung kaya't mabibilang mo na lamang ang mga taong nasa labas ng kanilang tahanan.

May mga kalalakihan na nag-iinuman sa bandang dulo, sampung customer na lamang ang naroroon sa Caffè sa harapan ng paaralan, habang may isang lalaki naman ang nasa mood na sumasayaw sa taas ng rooftop ng kanilang bahayㅡnagti-tiktok ata, may mag-jowa na naghahalikan sa ilalim ng sirang streetlightㅡgross, at mangilan-ngilang na sasakyan ang dumaraan sa kalsada.

Nang ibalik ko ang mga mata sa apat na binatilyo sa aking harapan ay gayon na lamang ang pagkabigla ko ng makita ang pagnanasa sa kanilang mga mata.

I immediately cover the lower part of my skirt when I see the desire on their flammable eyes staring on it. I got a goosebumps.

"Hi, Ms. Grey..." pagbati ng isa sa apat na kalalakihan. He stroke his ch'in while looking straight to my eyes.

Napasinghap ako.

"It's Gray not Greyㅡ"

"Both has the same sounds," the guy who tied his hair at the peak of his head cut me off. He impatiently rolled his eyes soon my sight reach him.

My brow furrowed.

"Ms. Aize Zaneville Gray, what ever your freaking name is... I'm pretty sure you're good at bed, mind to have fun with us tonight?" Ani ng binatilyong nasa harapan ko habang humahakbang ang mga paang kinakain ang distansya sa pagitan namin.