Wild Series #6: Twisted by Wild

Wakas (Part 1)

Author's Note

Hi! Ito na po ang wakas pero hindi pa rito nagtatapos ang istorya nila Dax at Tri. Magkakaroon po ng novella ang Twisted by Wild which I will write and update soon. Thank you for reading! I hope you've learned something good from this story. A little help means everything to someone who needs it. Always choose to be kind. And if no one hasn't told you this yet, hear me— it's not too late to chase your own dreams and be the person you always want to become. Go and run wildly. I believe in you.

See you next at TBW Novella: Happy Ever After and Wild Series #7: Her Wild Beat

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Wakas (Part 1)

Face like a princess, eyes like an angel, lips like Cupid's bow, ivory skin like it was a gift from a Greek deity, a nose that could possibly win for having the perfect shape, dark brown hair with ravishing wavy ends, and a height usually uncommon for girls in town but it only emphasizes of how regal she could be by just standing. Her deep and rich voice—both in a sexy and sophisticated way—could make any boys our age, or even older than us, to their knees.

Trishastrea Yael Delavin is not a literal princess who lives in a guarded castle in England, however, she is treated like one in our town. Other than her celestial beauty, she was also known for her pedigree which gave way for the people in town to start picturing her and her family as royal ones—not by any literal means.

Her father, Alessandro Delavin, is one of the bonafide active benefactors of the eldest church here who paved the way for the people in town to admire him for that. Our neighbors usually tattle about how Alessandro Delavin is the luckiest man to ever live because he wasn't only gifted with wealth but also of a good heart. While his wife, Trinita Delavin, is no less like him. And with that, Trishastrea—or Tri in her family and relatives—and her parents were treated and perceived like they were the most notable people in Cavite.

And, you know what? They aren't quite wrong about that. Because the first time I saw Trishastrea, I knew from then that she deserved to be treated like a princess—not just because of her name and background, but because...

I don't know. I just feel like it.

I was thirteen turning fourteen when I first met her—or more like first saw her because we never spoken to each other. Hula ko nga at hindi niya nakikita o nararamdaman man lang ang presensiya ko kapag malapit ako sa kaniya. She's snob, they say. But for me, she isn't. She's just a little... elusive.

It's understandable if she's like that. I know I could never understand how it feels to grow up in a caged mansion with no other people your age to play with or talk with, kaya naman we're in no position to judge her if she grows up having no social skills. Or sadyang ayaw niya lang talagang makipag-usap sa mga tao? I know some people like that—particularly my little sister. Denisse is years younger than me and she grew up to be elusive because of her shyness, but behind those anxious eyes she shows to the world, she really does have extraordinary communication skills for someone her age. Perhaps Tri is just like my little sister. People like them tend to only wear the embellishments outside to protect themselves from whatever might hurt them and wear them off when they are in a place they are comfortable.

I'm not saying Tri could plausibly take off her mask around me, but it doesn't cost any penny to fantasize about how it feels to enter her world. Who is she behind those embellishments she's been wearing all these years?

"Huwag ka diyan. Pwesto 'yan ni Trishastrea."

Nakapila kami ngayon sa quadrangle at nakaharap sa flag pole para sa Flag raising ceremony ngayong umaga. Hindi araw-araw ay ginagawa namin ito kaya naman tuwing lunes ay pumapasok ako ng maaga para lang mauna sa pila. Tuwing ganitong mga panahon lang din ko kasi nakikita si Trishastrea. Madalas kasi ay nasa loob lang siya ng classroom at kung dadaan man siya sa labas ng classroom namin ay mabilis lang din.