Mr. Wrong (Mr. Series #1)

Chapter 7

Hindi ko mapigilang mag-alala kung bakit ako basta iniwan na lang ni Jhon Rey noong hapon na 'yon. Oo, sinusubukan kong iwasan siya dahil nasa complicated situation ako simula nang bumalik ang ex ko. But why do I feel like I made Jhon Rey mad at me because of that?

Napabuntong-hininga ako, trying to figure out what else I could do to escape this miserable life.

"Okay, class, I will give you fifteen minutes to change into your PE uniform. See you at court," anunsyo ng professor namin at isa-isa na nga kaming nagsipuntahan sa locker room.

"Bakit ba kasi kailangan nating maglaro ng basketball?" Anne complained as she took off her blouse and changed it into her shirt. I sighed.

"Wala naman tayong choice. It's for our grades." Just like her, I changed into my jogging pants, removed my heels, and wore my rubber shoes.

"Bakit lagi na lang may isang subject na sisira ng mga pangarap natin?" she yelled, habang kinukumpas ang mga kamay at nakatingin sa ere.

"Shush. Baka may makarinig sa 'yo," I warned.

"Nagsasabi lang naman ako ng totoo, Sheen. Pwede namang volleyball na lang ang laruin nating mga babae tapos basketball na lang sa mga lalaki, 'di ba? Bakit kailangan tayong pahirapan nang ganito?" She cried out of frustration. She can't even properly knot her shoelaces.

I sighed, umupo ako sa tabi niya at sinabayan siya sa pagsisintas. "We can't do anything about it, Anne. Basketball is our lesson this semester. We were aware that this day would come. Lessons are not enough unless we apply them to a real game."

"Oh, come on, Sheen! We both know you hate this too! Huwag mo akong talakan na parang ako lang ang naiinis dahil alam ko sa loob mo na ayaw mo rin! Let's hate and swear about this subject together!" she shouted as she clung her arms around my shoulder. Natawa ako. She knew me well.

We arrived at the activity center, kung nasaan ang basketball court. All of the guys were seated on bleachers waiting for us, while we, the ladies, were in the middle, receiving unwanted attention from them. Hindi ko talaga ito gusto! Their gaze is way too uncomfortable. Bakit ba kailangan namin itong gawin? Why can't we just play chess? I frowned because, even if I scolded Anne earlier, deep inside, I hate this game.

"Halika na, Sheen May! Oras na para pagtawanan ng mga lalaki!" Anne grabbed my arm, and together we lined up with our other female classmates. Our professor reminds us about the specific rules that we must abide by. But hell, I am not good at this game.

"Okay, first five red teams: Alvarado, Mejilla, Ramos, Tinea, and Velasco."

I freaked out when I heard my surname. What the eff? Is this real? Bakit naman kasama ako sa unang line up?

"Mejilla? Did I hear it right? Oh my God!" Anne complained incredulously as she cursed having that surname at that moment. Tinitigan lang namin ang isa't isa dahil magkasama kami sa isang team. We're doomed. We're both suckers in this, we know! "Blue team: Buenaseda, Belga, Coronado, Santos, and Santiago."

We were surprised when we both looked at the five women mentioned by Prof. Nanliit kami nang makita ang tatlong malalaking babae sa harap namin, samantalang ang dalawa ay considered basketball players talaga. Now, what are we against them? We were like mosquitoes in a jersey.

Hiding my frustrations, I still prepare. My heart is racing like crazy. I can't keep my focus, thinking that one of those boys watching us from the bleachers is probably either Jhunel or the worst Jhon rey. I closed my eyes and silently prayed. I hope nothing bad or embarrassing will happen.

Professor whistled and jumbled the ball. Of course, the other team got it. I glanced at Anne's face. She is smiling like an idiot, showing off what she learned over the course of the semester. Of course, it's nothing. The same goes for me.