Maybe This Time

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE:THE BOMB

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE:THE BOMB

"Pick me. Pick me. Pick me." I chant to myself while staring at Harold who's busy scrolling on his phone. Its past the hour of work but we, the heads, are still in the function room for the orientation of the dances we will possibly be dancing for the anniversary. Some have brought their partners already, and some are still undecided if they are to do the dance, and I am that 'some' who is undecided.

Heavy arm fall on my shoulder as Victor stand beside me, lately he's been too out of reach and always looks tired.

"What's up mate?" I welcomed lively at him, as always, he just grins like there's nothing wrong happening around or to him,

"Still gloriously handsome, as you can see."

"Oh spare me your sight, I am blind." We both snickered that actually caught the attention of everyone in the room, we just bite and lips inward and act as if where not there.

The dance instructor they hired started giving us simple notes on what are the dances that is suitable for the event we will be celebrating from a month now, both Victor and I are all ears on what the instructor is saying because it came to our knowledge that there will be two individual dances, one for the Presidentand one for the Vice President, by the mention of it, the playful vibe Victor has when he came here vanished,

"What's with the snickering hm?" Harold's breathe brushes my nape causing me shivers; I glare at him making him smile foolishly.

"How can you be so indiscreet of your actions!?" I whispered back,

"Disadvantage of having your girlfriend right beside you but can't actually treat her as your girlfriend because for her, it's very, very confidential." This time I look back on him, he has this look in his eyes where irritation and longing are battling to surface. I don't actually have a comeback because what he said is true...

"You know, both of you should really talk about your differences about your relationship. Before its too late and both of you are drowning with the entire unnecessary load you both attracted" I turn hastily to my side and gawk at Victor who still has his eyes on the instructor, they share a fist bump after and Harold move to sit beside me, the three of us are all sitting at the back portion of the arranged seats,

I just look at the instructor but it doesn't make sense to me, my mind floats on the idea of Harold getting tired because I don't want our relationship to go public, and that scares the hell out of me, big time!

It's been agreed that the number the President will perform is Pasodoble while the Vice President will do a Foxtrot. The rest of the heads all agreed to Waltz though Sheen badly wanted to do a Rumba from which we all laugh about.

The idea of the upcoming event floats in my mind, since Harold will do a Pasodoble I feel oblige to check what the dance is all about. Victor remained tight lipped all throughout and stares blankly at nowhere,

"Stop eye fucking the wall dude," Harold says in low voice following a slap to Vic's nape, Victor in return tried to slap back Harold, as in like, their flirting like teenagers without even thinking I am seated between them,

"What am I here? A pillow?" I butt in to the two giggling man beside me, they really are like children left to play in the rain,

"You are way much better than a pillow, honey, if you know what I mean?" Harold whispers low in my ear, that made me bite my lip to fight back the giggle, while Victor on my other side is almost sprawled to me, I really feel like a human pillar between this two, instead I just pinch his leg which made him grunt, glaring on me, he pull Victor's ear with his free hand that is resting on the top backrest of my seat, as in, seriously? How old are these monkeys?