They say your first love will feel like your last, but your last love will feel like your first. When Serena Devon Vergara hears the phrase "first love," there's only one name that comes to mind: Oliver Niel Lim Maniego.
But Onli is nothing but a di...
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Chapter 01
I walked into my classroom, only to find one seat vacant. I sighed. Alam kong hindi ito nagkataon. Whoever followed his command, will pay the price.
"Devon!" a wicked smile was up on that person's face, as he tapped the only vacant seat beside him. The rest of the class was silent, probably getting ready to tease us any moment now.
Tiningnan ko siya nang masama bago dahan-dahang inilapag ang bag ko sa upuan. Hindi pa man ako nakakaupo ay umugong na ang mga kantyaw at panunukso.
"Uy, magkatabi si Devon at Onli!" sigaw ng isa sa mga lalaki at sinundan iyon ng nangangantyaw na tawa ng iba pang mga kalalakihan. Onli seemed so proud of it, at nakipaghighfive pa.
I sighed, turning to my right and grabbed a random seat. "Get up," sabi ko. "I will sit here."
What was his name again? Pete? Something like that. He shivered, adjusted his glasses and shook his head. "P-pasensya ka na, Devon." Then he didn't say a word, not even move a single muscle after.
Muling umugong ang ingay ng pangangantyaw. Alam kong kahit sino ang paalisin ko sa mga ukopadong upuan, no one would give up their seat.
"Come on Serena, does it hurt to sit beside me?" tanong ni Onli.
Normally, it doesn't. But knowing Onli, I know he plotted this. Ano na naman ba ang naisip niya at gusto niyang magkatabi kami? What does he want to the point that he's wanting me close? The first spot? The best debater title? The students council presidency? Nakuha na niya lahat 'yon diba? After all, gusto naman talaga niyang agawin ang lahat sa akin. He doesn't even aim hard for it. He just wanted to rub it in my face na mas magaling siya.
Curse myself for waking up late on the first day of my tenth-grade class. Of all days, ngayon pa talaga ako nagising nang late. And to top it all, nasiraan pa kami ng sasakyan. If none of these happened, naka-secure sana ako ng bakanteng upuan, somewhere peaceful, away from trouble.
Mas lumakas ang mga tukso nang naupo na ako, but I ignored it all. This is my last three years— just my last three years in this place and then I'll be away from here to pursue college at sisiguraduhin kong malayo ako kay Onli.
"So, what did you do all night to wake up late?" tanong ni Onli. He planted his elbow on the table, and propped his chin on his face. His other hand was tapping his mechanical pencil on the table.
I pinned my eyes forward. "None of your business."
He chuckled, as if I said something funny. "Napakasungit mo naman, Serena Devon. You know what they say? Fiery girls would end up being an old maid."
"I never heard of it," sarkastikong sagot ko st inayos ang gamit sa ibabaw ng mesa.
"Ang sungit talaga," natatawang komento niya.
Why is he talking to me? Kailan pa kami naging friends at napakafeelimg close niya? Elementary days? Napakatagal na niyon. And I regretted being friends with him. Dati kaming magkaibigan ni Onli, back on our elementary days. I told him all my dreams and aspirations. I told him I want to be the top of the class. I told him I want to be the president of the science club. I told him I want to be the student council president. I told him I want to receive the Governor's medal.
