EXCHANGE OF HEARTS [BL]

CHAPTER 5

He's ignoring him.

Race ignoring Atlas for a week!

Atlas tried to message Race on Instagram, and he can't remember how many times he tried to message Race. His account was blocked, also his phone number from the user. He can't send a message anymore!

He also waited for Race outside the club for many nights, hoping that he would see Race again. But he didn't see Race, even his shadow.

He kept on denying that he missed the Race. He kept on saying that he just wanted to see Race because he loved teasing that man. Race always has the best reaction every time he teases the man.

He loves making Race mad. He loves to see him mad, and glaring at him like Race gonna kill him with those deadly stares.

He didn't miss Race! He swore to God! He didn't miss Race! He swore to God again.

Why would I miss him? He fucking punched me last week! My fucking gorgeous face!

He didn't miss him, not a millimeter. He didn't miss him! He doesn't care if he can't contact him or talk to him. He swore to God that even a millimeter he didn't miss Race. He didn't miss Race! He didn't—

“Where are you going, Atlas?” His sister Amanda asked him.

He didn't even glance at his sister as he continued walking.

“Sa labas lang,”

He's in his usual clothes. Pajamas and black t-shirt.

“And why?” His sister stalked him behind.

“Bibili ako ng bagong sim,” he answered without looking at her.

“Gumagana pa naman ang sim mo.”

He tried to not roll his eyes. “Bibili ako ng bago. Naka block ako sa cellphone niya. Humanda lang siya sa akin,” he said. He was actually talking to himself.

Damn. He didn't miss Race a millimeter. Really.

“Bumalik ka kaagad para magsanay. Malapit na 'yong shipping ng mga armas kailangan nating maghanda.”

Shrugging, he said, “I am good in all things. It's easy to shoot a thousand people on the head.”

Cocky as ever.

He went out, and started walking towards the sari-sari store inside the subdivision.

“Ate Teresa,” he called.  “Pabili nga po ng sim, 'yong globe po, ah.” He said, and he give his black card.

The lady snorted. “Hindi kami tumatanggap ng card, Atlas,” she said. “At ingatan mo 'yang card mo baka mamaya ay manakaw 'yan.”

“Hindi 'yan, Ate,” he replied. “Wala 'tong . For the char lang 'to.” Atlas laughed at his own joke, and he grabbed a one thousand pesos in his pocket.

The truth is, his card is not empty. Every week his mother sent him money, that's his wages for doing his job.

“May girlfriend ka na, Atlas 'no?” The lady asked him.

He shook his head and chuckled. “Bakit po? May plano ka pong ligawan ako?” He joked, but the lady went scarlet.

“Nagtanong lang! Ikaw talaga bata ka!”

He laughed, and he put Race's number on his contact list. He did not try to call Race since he knew that once he called Race, he'd block Atlas again.

“Hindi naman ako naniniwalang wala kang girlfriend, Atlas,”