Whispered her Dream (High School Series #1)

EPILOGUE

Jaxqui Lavore.

“AY, katanga.” I commented to the girl who stumbled near the yard of grandma's house.

She stood up while crying. She didn't care about the approaching group of Hensiel, my stupid enemy.

“Umiiyak ka ba?” Hensiel asked, really stupid. It was obvious that the girl was crying.

The girl looked up at Hensiel who was stupid, the girl blinked, she immediately turned around and ran away.

Hensiel Stupid remains stunned where he stands with his tick friends. I laughed out loud because of the incident I witnessed. Hensiel turned in my direction and glared at me.

Sorry, he just heard. I thought he was deaf.

TWO days later. I am here on the terrace of grandma's house. Reading a math book. My attention turned to the crying girl. She was holding her wound, the result of her falling.

Really stupid.

I closed the book I was reading earlier. Placed on the table next to where I was sitting, I just looked at the girl as she cried again.

What is going on with that girl? She was the one to cry.

"WHEN are you coming home? I miss you bro!" Clitues' voice on the other line, begging me to go home to Manila.

I opened the refrigerator. "I think next time, I want fresh air." I answered his question.

"He say, he want fresh air, idiot! You're just running away from Claire.” I hit the cellphone I was holding in annoyance.

“Don't mention the name of that naughty girl, childish kisser.” I heard clitues' laughter on the other line, so I hung up the call in annoyance.

That night I couldn't sleep thinking about the girl who always tripped because of her stupidity.

Where does she live?

“Kay gwapong bata naman nang apo mo, manang Ester!” Grandma and I are here at the store, she is going to buy ingredients for my favorite dish.

Many people praised me, when grandma finished buying my favorite dish, we walked back to grandma's house. In the middle of our walk, grandma stopped.

“Why did you stop po?” I asked politely. Grandma just smiled at me.

We were in front of the orange gate and surrounded by roses. “Whose house is this? Grandma?” I asked grandma out of curiosity. It started like a doorbell.

Actually, my Father is pure Spanish while my Mother is pure British. Grandma Ester is a Spaniard living here in the Philippines because she married a Filipino, Grandfather Josejuano.

We are three brothers, brother Zavqui is the eldest, I am second and our youngest is Clitues. We grew up in America because Mommy's company was there. We are also visiting Spain to take a look at Daddy's company.

I know the tagalog word but little by little, I'm even getting confused, I really need to learn the tagalog language.

I WALK outside the house, hanging out and looking for something to entertain myself. I backed away when I saw the girl crying again, I was about to approach her when she bumped into me.