FHS # 6 | Dubbed as the golden girl of Filimon Heights, everyone thinks Joana Cohen has everything a girl could ever want. However, what she has is the very thing that keeps her from getting what she truly wants.
With a life riddled with misconcep...
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I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying clear my head. "Let's go to sleep this time, okay?"
"Did you have a great time?"
"Did you drink?"
I pressed my trembling lips together, trying hard not to crack a smile. I shut my eyes even tighter and swallowed hard, but my breathing was already growing heavier with each passing second.
"Boyfriend ba kita?!"
"Hindi! Pero gusto kong maging boyfriend mo!
"That was so cheesy!" I squealed inwardly and started kicking, my lips grinning beyond control. Napatalukbong na lamang ako ng kumot at nagpatuloy sa pangingisay. Ngunit sa isang iglap, bigla na lamang akong nawalan ng balanse sa sarili kong katawan at naramdaman ko na lang ang pagbagsak ko sa sahig.
Mangiyak-ngiyak man dahil sa magkahalong pagkahilo at sakit sa katawan, hindi pa rin matanggal-tanggal ang ngiti sa mukha ko.
"Joe?"
Mabilis akong napaupo nang makarinig ng mga katok. Binaba ko ang kumot na nakatakip pa rin sa mukha ko at napatingin sa direksyon ng pinto.
My eyes widened when I noticed a shadow from the crack under the door. I quickly stood up and looked down on myself and, to my utter terror, saw that I was only in my emerald camisole and underwear. I was too shaken up by Cyprus' words that all I did was wash my face and brush my teeth before going to bed.
"S-Sandali lang," I answered, almost whispering.
I panicked as I tried to look for my bra and jeans in the dark. When I realized that I had to turn the light switch on, that was when I noticed my yellow silk robe near the door. Good thing I always kept it there for emergencies like this!
I put on my robe and took a few deep breaths, all while fixing my hair with my trembling fingers.
I opened the door just enough to see Cyprus standing right in front of me, still wearing his plain white shirt. Magulo ang buhok niya at bakas din ang pagod sa kanyang mga mata.
"May narinig akong kumalabog, okay ka lang ba?" aniya, puno ng pag-aalala.
On one hand, I wanted to squeal at his presence, but on the other, I felt ashamed. "Oh my God! Rinig ba 'yon mula sa kuwarto mo?"
Cyprus turned his head at the end of the hallway. He then looked at me again, almost unable to make eye contact. "Can I uh . . ."
I understood what he meant. Tumango na lamang ako at mas binuksan pa ang pinto, mamaya kasi ay lumabas na naman 'yong matanda at mapagalitan na talaga kami.
As soon as he entered, I quickly reached for the light switch. Siya naman ang nagsara sa pinto.
Nang lumiwanag ang paligid, nagimbal ako nang makita ang bra at jeans ko na nasa sahig lamang. Dali-dali ko itong pinulot at tumakbo papasok sa kuwarto. I managed to put my jeans on really fast. However, it felt complicated to put on my bra kaya hindi ko na lang tinanggal ang yellow robe ko.
