How the Mighty Fall (The Sinner #1)

SIN 30

Viel

A warm and rough hand on my chin made me glance up. The outlines of Kairos's face became sharper as his obvious displeasure radiated.

I blinked.

"Who?" His voice lowered.

"Huh?"

"I said which fucker had the power to occupy so much of your thoughts that you zoned out on me?"

"W-wala..."

He pressed me more to him, his fingers dug deep on my waist. We're practicing my prom dance. The dance will be performed as a section. Hindi naman maganda kung si Kairos ang magiging kapartner ko roon. My classmates will find it odd na nakasali ang grade 12 student sa grade 10. So Kairos and I had to compromise. He allowed me to be partners with Eldridge only during the performance. Pero kapag magppractice, si Kairos ang kasama ko.

"You can do with him what you practiced with me," pangangatwiran niya. "Hindi mo naman malilimutan ang pinractice mo dahil lang mag iiba ang mukha ng partner mo."

That's what is confusing me right now. Pumayag na siya na maging kapartner ko si Eldridge, but the next day, Eldridge suddenly backed out. Hindi raw siya makakaattend ng prom dahil may family appointment. Alam kong masyado akong assuming, but there is this nagging feeling that Kairos had something to do with the sudden changes.

And I don't know how to feel. Should I be mad that he is so territorial with me or should I be happy that what I feel may possibly be not one sided? Possibly being the key word.

"Maybe it is me who should be demanding answers," I narrowed my eyes, but he was undeterred. He had the same expression, posture, and relaxed aura, that I can't even judge whether he is guilty. But I probably shouldn't place Kairos in the same sentence with guilt. The conscience part of his system must have been defective since birth.

I hate how he can read me as clear as glass, while I'm always met with a brick wall when it comes to him.

"For some reason, Eldridge is suddenly not able to make it to prom." I queried. "Perhaps it is the devil's work?"

He scoffed. "More of a miracle if you ask me."

"Kairos, wala akong kapartner sa sayaw! Para saan pa itong ginugol ko sa practice kung di ko rin mapperform?"

I wrenched away. Or at least tried to. But he pinned my wrist so my hand would stay on his shoulders.

"Pagmumukhain mo akong kawawa at tanga roon!"

He only smirked and looked please with himself. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes at me, Poet. You should be feeling shit being in my arms, not comfortable. What would your father think of you?"

"Ang gulo mo," sagot ko. "You don't want me to get comfortable pero ikaw naman ang may ayaw bumitaw."

"At hindi ka magmumukhang kawawa bukas," he held me by the waist and effortlessly lifted me off the ground and spun during the music's last chorus. "Go outside when your section is about to perform. You can still hear the music from there. I'll be there and I''ll dance with you."