The surprise of seeing Eduard as our English professor suddenly filled my thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder how he ended up teaching at our school. Was it just a coincidence, or was there something more to it? I felt a rush of emotions as memories of our past relationship began to resurface.
"zy-"
'di ko tinuloy ang sasabihin ko.
I couldn't help but wonder why Zyran and I we're still avoiding each other, even though we we're back in our dorm. The tension between us felt palpable, but neither of us was willing to bridge the gap.
Part of me appreciated the distance we were keeping from each other. The fewer interactions, the less chance of conflicts arising. It was probably better this way, I told myself, brushing off any lingering thoughts and focusing on other things.
I repeated the thought in my head, trying to convince myself that Zyran and I were simply rivals, bound to clash with each other. But a small voice in my mind whispered otherwise, hinting at something deeper and more complicated lurking beneath the surface.
Zyran suddenly broke the silence, his voice cutting through the thick tension in the room.
"Solveig, sumabay ka na sa akin bukas." He repeated, his tone firm yet lacking any hint of hostility.
I was pulled from my thoughts as Zyran's voice broke the heavy silence that hung in the air. His tone was direct, lacking any of the usual hostility, causing me to raise an eyebrow at his unexpected request.
"Wait, what? Why?"I asked, confusion evident in my voice.
Nag tagalog siya? Hindi pa siya nabulol at hindi na rin conyo ang accent niya.
Zyran glanced up at me, his expression remaining somewhat neutral, but the hint of irritation began to creep back into his eyes.
He let out a deep sigh before replying, his tone still firm, but with a slight edge to it.
"Sumabay ka sa akin kasi kailangan ko ng kasabay sa pagpasok bukas."
He paused, his gaze flickering over you before he added.
"At hindi ako nagbubulol."
Nag bubulol amp HAHAHAHAHA
"And why do you need me specifically?" I asked, crossing my arms.
He seemed to sense my disbelief, as he added a sharp retort about not stammering. I bit back a snappy response, slightly taken aback by his accurate reading of my thoughts.
"Why not just ask someone else?" I retorted, unwilling to give in so easily.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze intense and unwavering as he watched me.
"Maybe because I don't want anyone else?" He retorted, his voice lowering slightly. "And stop rolling your eyes, it's annoying."
Ano bang gusto nito? War ba? Sure, I'll give him war!!!
"Well, I don't want to go with you!" I shot back, my voice laced with a hint of defiance. "And I'll roll my eyes whenever I want, thank you very much."
He leaned forward in his seat, his gaze narrowing as he replied through clenched teeth. "And why is that, huh? Why don't you want to go with me?"
I met Zyran's gaze with a mixture of irritation and defiance, my stance firm.
Why does it feels so good when I teased him? Nakakatawa rin at the same time.
"Because you're insufferable, that's why," I replied, my voice sharp. "Why on earth would I want to go anywhere with you?"
"I'm insufferable?" He repeated, his voice cold and calm. "Me? You're the one to talk. You're the most infuriating person I've ever met!"
