WASTE OF TIME

THANKS

CHAPTER ELEVEN: THANKS

" straight up "
- THEY (Straight Up)

I was feeling a little better but I still feel shit internally for some reason. Masarap yung sandwich na binigay niya sa'kin but I didn't want to admit it at all. Kahit na masarap, galit pa rin ako sa kanya, galit pa rin ako talaga, hindi maaalis yon.

Binilan din niya 'ko ng tubig sa malapit na supermarket, ang bilis niya, tumakbo pa siya pabalik sa kotse ko. Binuksan pa niya yon bago siya nagmaneho ulet. Nalito ako sa kanya kasi 'di ko alam kung bakit niya ginagawa ang lahat ng 'to. I couldn't believe it and I wasn't expecting anything from him at all.

"Malapit na ta'yo, sure 'to... hehe." Ngisi pa niya.

He glanced at me then continued driving, bringing his attention back to the road before him.

Hindi rin siya mukhang takot o nerbyos habang nagmamaneho. He probably drives and has a license or he wouldn't be driving right now.

Maybe I was bored but I observed him.

Gwapo pa rin siya, yun for sure 'di magbabago. Tumangkad siya lalo. I think he might be the tallest out of the guys in the Good Guys. Siguro 6"3 o 6"4, baka 6"5, which is scary dahil paano yon? He looks like he works out too. Lumaki siya, 'di naman sa 'di siya malaki noon pero medyo payat siya.

This time, he's... built. Toned. Whatever you call it.

Kita ko ang bicep niya na medyo malaki dahil sa suot niyang shirt. Ang higpit niyang suot niya, gusto lang niya yatang ipakita ang resulta ng ehersisyo niya. To be fair, I would do the same thing but I hate him.

I just... don't like him, hate him, I just... despise everything about him.

Kahit anong mangyari, kahit na maraming papatawarin siya siguro dahil diyan sa mukha niya, yang ngiti niya, katawan niya, at mababang boses niya, hindi ko siya mapapatawad. Especially when he's still friends with those idiots, for not even caring about me after what happened to me.

My emotions are just confusing right now. Nakakabaliw 'tong hangover. I will not be drinking for a while muna.

"Okay ka lang ba, Maryse?"

I sighed.

"Don't worry about me. Dali. Alis na. Baka malate pa ta'yo."

"Di naman eh." Nguso pa niya, kumbaga gagana yon sa'kin but it won't.

Nguso nguso pa siya, 'kala niya ba cute siya? He just looks cringey, ew.

Bumaba ako sa kotse before he could even try to open the door for me. I am not weak, I am just pissed off by my hangover, there is a clear difference if it's not fucking obvious.

Tangina, kainis talaga 'to.

Bigla niyang pinakita ang kamay niya sa'kin. Malaki at mahaba ang mga daliri niya, at kitang-kita ang ugat niya, his workouts are for real.

"Ano yan?" Bwisit kong tanong sa kanya.

Ano? Pakitang kamay ba 'to?

"Hawakan mo 'ko para okay ka. Baka mataliso—"

"Okay ako. Don't worry about me." Irap ko sa kanya.

I shoved his hand away from me at naglakad na papasok sa loob nung building. Kung ano-ano pa 'tong ginagawa niya. I am not stumbling anyway, ano ba 'to siya.