My Guard for Life

Chapter 4

Frozen in shock, I felt goosebumps all over my body. Pierre was asleep on my shoulder. Hindi ko na mahabol ang paghinga ko. At ang bilis nang tibok ng puso ko! I closed my eyes in irritation and confusion.

Bakit niya ako hinalikan? Although it was sudden, wala pang isang segundo! But still! I heard Pierre groaned, mas lalo lang siyang lumapit sa akin hanggang sa sumiksik pa siya sa leeg ko. He was even sniffing me!

"Wake up, Pierre," naiinis kong utos sa lalaki.

Mahimbing na yata ang pagtulog niya. Inayos ko ang ulo niya sa leeg ko, inilipat ko 'yon sa kabilang balikat ko at humarap sa laptop ko.

I still couldn't get over his kiss. Gosh. Why did he do that? I giggled remembering it. I think I got inspired that I started to write again. Naubos ko na yata ang wine dahil pagpikit ko ay tuluyan na rin akong nakatulog gaya ng nasa tabi ko.

I woke up with a slight headache. I opened my eyes and saw Pierre. Inaayos niya ang wine na naubos at ang mga baso namin. Mukhang kagigising lang din niya. He looked at me and smiled.

"What time did I sleep? I was supposed to help you with your story."

Nangunot ang noo ko. Don't tell me he forgot what happened last night? I cursed under my breath. Ang aga para isipin ang nangyaring paghalik niya sa akin.

"Did you finish it?" tanong niya.

Umiling ako. "Na-Nakatulog din ako," pagsisinungaling ko.

Umiwas ako ng tingin sa kanya. Napapikit ako sa inis. Bumaling na lang ako nang magsalita siya ulit.

"Let's go downstairs. We need to eat and take something for this damn headache."

I nodded quietly. Tinulungan niya ako sa pagtayo. Siya na ang nagdala ng laptop ko at sumama sa harap ng pinto ng kuwarto ko. He was massaging his temple. Did he really forget?

I pouted. Maybe I shouldn't think about it too. It's best to forget it. Kinuha ko ang laptop sa kanya, nakabusangot at naiinis pa rin.

I went inside my room feeling sulky and bitter. I put the laptop on the desk. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess. I looked paler than usual. My heart is pounding so hard. My brain is miserable. And Pierre was not? What a cold guy!

I stomped my foot in frustration then tossed myself on my bed. I wanted to cry. Why couldn't I forget his kiss? It wasn't even a second! He's the death of me, really.

"Dae, we're going to church. Mom's inviting you."

I whined. I forced myself to sit when Pierre walked nearer. He looked away nang makaupo ako. I ran my fingers through my short hair, rubbed my chinky eyes and my not-so-pointed nose.

"Makahahabol pa ba tayo? I can't with this head!" I cried.

He chuckled and that irritated me. He shouldn't laugh while I'm getting so confused with him! We should go to church, para mabawas-bawasan ang paulit-ulit kong pagre-replay nang nangyari kagabi. I took a deep breath.

"Let's get ready na," I accepted in a low tone.

He leaned closer and watched my face. My heartbeat quickened when he lifted my chin and then squeezed both sides of my cheeks!

"Pierre!"

He drew a laugh. "Come on. They're waiting. Twenty minutes, Dae, or I'll leave you here."

Bago pa siya lumabas sa kuwarto ay hinila ko ang long sleeve na suot niya. He halted and he faced me again. I bit my lip and sighed.