Ether of Anarchy (Manchester I - ON HIATUS)

Chapter 13

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"What happened?"

Nanatili kay Miss Avery ang tingin ko, "She passed out."

"Why are you here?"

"Miss Frances asked me to bring her the food you prepared." I answered.

"What?"

I stood up, "I should go, take care of her."

"Wait," she sighed. "It wasn't from me."

I stare at her puzzled on the lone couch next to Miss Avery, "What do you mean?"

At first, she was hesitant to continue, but she did anyway, "I didn't prepare it...she asked me to buy her food."

"Well, I didn't ask?"

"I simply don't want you to think of anything else. We're not—"

"The thing that you two are dating is no longer my business. I'm just your student, remember? I recently exist in your life to be concerned about."

But in all honesty, I'm disheartened and dismayed that they might be dating. I mean, the last thing I wanted to do was to ruin their relationship. They looked happy and typical. Never once would I want to jeopardize their lives.

"You're right, kid. Are you okay?"

Why on earth did this happen to her to be this kind all of a sudden? Is this her way of convincing me not to tell anyone about them, whichever never crossed my mind.

"Not bad. Should I ask you too?"

I wanted to flirt with her for the sake of my goal, but that would be disrespectful to Miss Avery, who's in fact innocently unconscious while I'm talking to her unlabeled friend.

She let a subtle smile, "No. I'll see you on Sunday."

She's totally freaking me out.

I went to the door and looked back, "Goodbye, Miss Gomez."

"Goodbye, Lia."

As Sunday arrived, I was neatly dressed for my meeting with Professor Gomez. I was expected to return to my session at her unit now since I had concluded my morning duties there until I received a message from her.

Saying...meet me at UG parking now.

I haven't accepted her Facebook request yet, and she's mad about it, but we never talk.

And about the we're both naked thing, damn. I was too shamefaced when we talked about it last night when I happened to ride the elevator with her. What she said was untrue, we did not slept in the same bed, I was at the guest room. And regarding the naked part, fuck me, it was a bad, bad dream. I was so embarrassed that I ran from her the moment I recalled the memories from that night.

And I promised myself to play it cool today. Like nada happened.

It is also good to know that we are not camping inside her flat. I wouldn't get bored hanging around with her. Don't get me wrong, she has a finer place than I have. Despite being cozy and warm, I don't feel at home there because I've felt like a maid since I cleaned it. And just the thought of our conversation last night, it will just all come back and I will embarrass myself again and again.

Going back, actually there wasn't that much to clean because, honestly, it's almost perfectly clean like a brand new hotel. The exciting part I was anticipating was her room, but she wouldn't let me in for some sort of personal reason, or maybe she was hiding a collection of Hello Kitty on her wall or a lethal weapon, which was sexy of her. Nevertheless, it went quite well for my first day; not bad, but not that good either.