Ever So (Saint Claire II)

Part 13

Part 13:

I looked away and changed seat so my back was facing the counter  where Sancho was ordering drinks. Why is he here? This place is an  hour from their studio.

I anxiously nipped my lower lip. He's obviously with someone. I could hear them arriving. Looks like the members of the band is with him as well as their manager.

Of course, Sancho is also familiar with this place. It's where his first  gigs started after all. Bagay na ilang tao lang ang nakakaalam. But of all nights, bakit ngayon niya pa napiling pumunta dito?

Nakahinga ako nang maluwag nang bumalik si Kayla. Nilampasan niya ang counter nang hindi napapansin ang grupo. Good for her. I wish I  have that kind of indifference.

Kayla rushed to the table to get her things. "I need to go."

Kumunot ang noo ko sa narinig. "Go where?"

"I need to meet him."

I checked the time on my wristwatch. It's nine in the evening. "At this hour?"

"He's only gonna be here until tonight. Maaga siyang babalik sa Baguio bukas. I need to see him."

Her face... she had this rare hopeful expression again, like a child  hearing that her parents are finally home. Kaya wala akong nagawa  kundi ang tumango.

I forced a smile. "Drive safely, okay?"

"I will."

I watched her rushed out of the bar. Sa pagmamadali, muntik niyang mabangga ang lalakeng kapapasok lang sa bar. But Kayla was too  frantic to notice. Napalingon ang lalake sa kanya hanggang sa makaalis siya nang tuluyan.

The drummer of Saint Claire.

I don't know what's pissing me off more. The bad timing of things or Kayla's asshole boyfriend. I shouldn't let her leave. But how could I? She's been waiting for him to visit for weeks because that damn guy couldn't even make a call. Buti sana kung may nangyaring hindi  maganda sa tarantado, kaso panay pa ang post sa social media samantalang hindi mareplayan ang girlfriend.

That damn guy is really getting into my nerves. I need to find a way to get rid of him-- far away from Kayla's life. But first, I need to leave this place.

I discretely asked for the bill while Sancho and the others were  immersed in their own conversation. I was only able to breathe freely noong paakyat na ako sa narrow staircase on the way out of the  building.

Is there a way to get rid of one's bad energies? Mula noong nagkita ulit ni Sancho, I've been surrounded by bad luck.

I went straight to my car at the parking lot. Once in the driver's seat, I leaned against the cushion and breathed out. Ilang segundo ng katahimikan ang lumipas na nakaupo lang ako sa loob ng sasakyan.  When I finally drove out of the tight parking space, a small impact  made me slam on the breaks.

Shit. Did I just hear a scratch?

Medyo hilo pa ako nang lumabas ako sa mini cooper. I stared at the  mess. In front of the blaring headlights of a red SUV was the dented bumper of my car.

I breathed out, quite annoyed by the situation. I had my warning lights and all, hindi ba ito nakita ng driver? Hindi ba sila marunong  mag-park?

A tall burly man in a black fitted tee stepped out of the car. "Putangina naman."

I flinched from his sharp words. With thick furrowed eyebrows, he surveyed the scratch made on his car, severely irritated. I couldn't  believe this! His big ass car came bulldozing through the parking lot  like he owned the place and then wonder why he got into a minor accident? And come on, compared to a scratch, my car suffered a freaking dent!