Past or Present? (A Juan Karlos and Darren Fanfiction) [ON HOLD; EDITING]

Chapter 3: Guilty

Jane's POV

"Where is he?" I asked looking at the neighbor's balcony.

"Who? Juan Karlos?"

"Of course. Sino pa bang itatanong ko?"

"Sorry naman. Pumasok na sa kwarto niya."

"Ahh..."

"Bakit mo tinatanong?"

"Nevermind."

She laughed.

"Why?!" I asked curiously. She's weird.

"Do you have a crush on Juan Karlos?"

I was shocked on her question. I don't wanna talk about that.

"WHAT?! What kind of question is that?"

"What? I'm just asking. Anong masama dun? Tsaka bakit parang crush mo talaga siya? Nag-blush ka pa nga kanina eh. You look like a TOMATO." She's teasing me.

"OO NA! Crush ko na SYA!" I shouted. But someone came out of the balcony of Juan Karlos. It's him.

"Sinong crush mo?" He asks.

"Ah... Eh..." I blush.

"Ba't di mo sabihin?" Kristine said then smirked.

"Ayoko nga!" I said.

"Okay. Ano pala nangyari sayo kanina? Ba't ka namula?" He asks me again. Naku! Anong isasagot ko?!

"Ah, yon? Wala yun!" I lied.

"WEH?" They both said in unison.

"Ba't nyo ba ko pinagkakaisahan?" I said angrily.

"Luh. Di kaya." Kristine replied.

"Tsaka nagtatanong lang naman ako." Juan Karlos explained.

"Ewan ko sa inyo." I went out of Kristine's room. "Where are you going?" She asked. "Uuwi na ko!" I said pouting my lips. "Huh? Ba't-" I stopped her. "BASTA!" I shouted. Then I went out of their house.

Juan Karlos' POV

After Jane came out of Kristine's house. Kristine came back at her balcony.

"San yun nagpunta?" I asked.

"Uuwi na daw."

"Baket?"

"Ewan ko. Masyado siyang gui-" She stopped herself by covering her mouth.

"Masyado siyang ano?!"

"Wala. Wag mo nang isipin yun. Ganun talaga siya."

"Okay. Ah sige."

She's about to go back of her room but I stopped her. "KRISTINE!" I shouted.

"What?!"

"Can I get your number?"

She blushes. "My... my number?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing. Just wait there. Ibababa ko lang 'to."

"Okay." Then she's gone.

Kristine's POV

While I was walking downstairs. The words that he said earlier, keeps on repeating on my mind.

"Can I get your number?"
"Can I get your number?"
"Can I get your number?"
"Can I get your number?"
"Can I get your number?"

"Oh, gosh. I'm crazy. He just wanna get my number." I said to myself.

"What are you saying, honey?" Mom asked.