Daerin POV
Si Roize. Si Roize nakatayo ngayon sa harapan ko. May mangilan- ngilang butil ng pawis sa noo, halatang tumakbo sa pagmamadali. He is just wearing a blue faded jeans and a white polo. Very casual and yet very hot.
i looked up on him, his face, his nose, his eyes. i missed him. Halos isang buwan niya akong iniwasan. Isang buwan na walang nagparamdam na Roize, walang nangulit na Roize.
He cleared his throat. which makes me go back to reality.
"Are you Ms. Daerin Bang?" he asked, i cant read any expression in his eyes.
Then it hit me. Im Ms. Daerin Bang. Today im Ms. Daerin Bang.
The Math Teacher.
Miss Ursula of Hertz Southern High.
A teacher, a teacher thats supposed to be a role model, a inspiration.
"Y-yes." i bowed down.
"Im the guardian of Jaedy Gatchel. Im here for the said meeting." poker face parin? Bakit ganto? Hindi siya si Roize. Hindi siya yung makulit, mapilit, hyper at cute na Roize na nakilala ko. Is he treating me this way because im Ms. Daerin Bang?
Pe-pero ano daw sabi niya? i looked back up.
"i said im the guardian of Jaedy Gatchel." he repeated, as if he read my mind.
"Ah-- Yes. Pakipirma nalang nung attendance sheet." I said and welcome him in the classroom.
Pumasok kaming dalawa, agad kong tinungo yung folder na nakapatong sa table at bahagyang itinulak para mapirmahan niya ito.
"Ahm. Mr?" i look at him.
"Rezel, Roize Rezel." he answered, looking right into my eyes. i dont know if its right or wrong, but i feel judged.
"Mr. Rezel, the meeting is officially held in the gymnasium and it started already. So--" he cut me.
"Why dont we just go there together?" i saw a small smile form in his lips.
"Ah... Mag-aayos pa kasi--" again he cut me.
"I can wait." he said.
So we went to the gymnasium together, when we arrive the principal is talking about the changes that will be made in the student handbook.
I suddenly felt Roize hand in the small of my back, i looked up on him. He smiled and guided me to the available seats.
Agad kong inilabas ang small notebook ko to jot down notes. Seryoso akong nakikinig sa mga sinasabi ng principal, at si Roize naman ay tahimik lang na nakaupo sa tabi ko.
Makalipas ang ilan pang minuto, patuloy parin ako sa pagsusulat ng notes ng bigla kong narinig si Roize na sumipol.
His eyes were closed, his hands were clasped together on top of his lap.
Hearing his whistle brings back memories.
The last time we dance together.
Our last performance.
His touch.
His kiss.
i was still looking at him when he open up his eyes, he stopped whistling and winked at me.
His back. My Roize was back.
