Mercedez 3: Wildfire Games

3

Agreement

Ramdam ko ang pagkakalanta ng katawan ko dahil sa hindi maipaliwanag na pagod. I woke up groggily from a deep exhausting sleep. The familiar scent filled up the room. Weird enough though, it didn't comfort me completely like the usual, maybe because I can feel the heaviness from somewhere.

Dahan dahan akong nagmulat ng mga mata sabay upo sa kama. I was rubbing my eyes off to totally wake myself up when someone entered the room.

I almost rolled my eyes when I saw Ylan. I finally realized I'm inside his condo. Right, why the hell am I here? What happened last night?

"You woke up na pala," he said in a cold monotone voice. Kumunot ang noo ko.

Is he mad? What the fuck?

"Steve called kaninang madaling araw, I told him you are with me."

I just nodded at him silently.

Ibinaba ko na ang mga paa para makatayo na. Pero bago pa lumapat ang paa ko sa sahig, I noticed my clothes weren't the same from last night anymore. It was obviously his tee and shorts. Sinipat ko iyon nang tahimik pero mukhang napansin niya.

"I changed your clothes para makatulog ka nang maayos."

"Okay..." Paos ko pang sagot. I sighed then stood up.

Chineck ko ang bag kong nasa bedside table niya. Inayos ko iyon saka ko dinampot ang damit ko kagabi na nasa tabi nito.

"Are you leaving?"

Tumango ako. "Yup," I made a popping sound. "Thanks for taking me here safely. I blacked out."

Sinulyapan ko siya. I noticed how his eyes darken.

"Right. Bakit ka naglasing kagabi? Do you have a problem? You never get drunk," he pointed out as a matter of fact.

I chuckled. This is ridiculous. Kasi pati ako hindi ko rin mawari kung bakit naglasing ako. Ano nga ba ang dahilan? Napansin ko lang din kasi na lumagok nalang ako ng sunod sunod kagabi.

Hinawi ko ang takas kong mga buhok at isinabit sa likod ng aking tenga. I gave him a small smile.

"Wala..." marahan kong pag assure sa kaniya.

But based from his expression, alam kong hindi siya naniniwala. Umigting ang kaniyang panga.

"You have a problem, I know."

I sighed. "Wala nga, Ylan..."

Gumuhit ang galit sa mukha niya.

"So you mean what you did last night?"

My forehead creased in confusion.

"What did I do?" Bahagyang tumaas ang boses ko sa panic. Shit. Nagkalat ba ako? Did I vomit in his place? Or... fucked someone else?! The fuck!

"Gucci said you made out with her husband's best friend in the club! Kung hindi ka niya nahablot paalis ay mag sisex na kayo ro'n!" He looked alarmed.

For some reason, my heart felt heavy. Umahon din ang galit sa loob ko.

Why does it sound wrong with me. So wrong. What is it? The rights ba to throw these words at me?

So what if I made out with someone else in the club, right? So what?

Tumikhim ako. Somehow, images from last night flashed before me. My lips parted when... I recognized Hadzri Arculli! What the actual fuck?!

I blinked thrice consecutively to calm myself down and when I did, I straightened my back to give him my full attention.