As Time Passes By

Chapter seventeen: Mr. Martinez

Timmy

Playing with the man of my life was tougher since he had been talking about my cosplay partner from last month saying she's hella pretty.

I mean, I love Noah, I really do. He's my best friend since kindergarten even started in my life, but I just realized that falling in love is a tough cycle; especially when your best friend falls in love first.

The house of Armstrong became bigger than the house of Martinez. But let me tell you, his family and my family are like people who tied a knot of marriage but for the sake of their companies.

"Crap, man, your mouth grows wide everytime I mention that woman; or even if I don't." My mouth blurted without even thinking, making Noah give me a glare for cutting him off while he talked about the woman of his 'dreams'.

I leaned back to my seat, avoiding his dangerous glare at my face by looking at the ceiling and saying nothing.

To be honest, my skin would be damn red as soon I left this damn house that looks like a billion dollar villa when Noah gives me a glare. Shit.

He is a man who doesn't waste words but finishing it with assault when he doesn't like what others say.

Noah is a good example of a spoiled dude with a dangerous behavior. No wonder why he's called the fucking boy danger since 5th grade.

He's scary as fucking hell more than I could even look at him while he's veins boil with anger.

Like damn, how did Noelle fall in love with a gangster like him?

"I mean, bestie–"

"Insult me again, Martinez. And I would dare to kill you."

My mouth clamped shut after his warning entered my eardrums. It was a sign of danger if he calls someone by their last name, especially a dude like me.

Noah's gaze softened when I grabbed duct tape and yanked a strand to place it on my mouth, shutting it completely so I won't be on the news being arrested for interrupting Noah Armstrong.

"Anyways–"

As he tried to continue, I let out a muffled cry that echoed the whole room with the uwu girl voice.

I took out the tape from my mouth, not caring what would happen to me anymore.

"God, Noah, please stop!" I screamed dramatically, my voice cracking hardly that I sounded like a sheep.

He laughed darkly, making me shiver like shit.

"Stop, please! Noelle's name and even her details are already slapped in my face like two billion times this week whenever I'm with you!" I cried, my voice sounding like a sheep turning into mutton for lunch.

Then, my phone rang. It was my daddy Gabby. No, I ain't gay, just love messing around with people.

Noah frowned. It was clear he needs somebody to be drowned on his thoughts about Noelle. But when Gabe calls, my nose and ass would twitch.

I stepped inside the bathroom for private reasons so Noah wouldn't act like a fucking wolf ass bitch who would try to ruin my happy conversation with Gabe.

****

Gabe: Tim?

Me: Hey, daddy.

Gabe: Whatever. So, um, about Elle–

Me: Who's Elle?

Gabe: God, Jesus, Timmy. Noelle! The one and only Noelle Catalina Nichols!

Me: Oh.. Sorry, I'm not that kind of a bitch whose close to Armstrong's girl.

Gabe: I don't give a crap about it, Timmy. I just want to tell you something that Noah can't know–

Me: Did something shitty happen?

Gabe: Yeah, probably. It's not shitty or crap in our opinions, but if Noah finds out, you and June would be fucking dead if he goes to breakdown.

Me: Just spit that shit out, Gabe.

Gabe: So... I just talked to Elle earlier and she mentioned on going to London–

Me: Oh fuckin' shit.

Gabe: Tim, let me–

Me: You're right, we'll be fucking dead.

Gabe: Timmy wait! I'm not done–

****

Fuck, what did Noelle tried to think? Does she know what the actual hell would happen if she leaves this country now and forever without Noah knowing? He would have a damn mental illness and would possibly hunt her down as his prey.

I got into action and typed Noelle's messenger. If this woman tries to run away, I'm gonna warn her that she'd be fucking dead after.

Noelle

Shutting my luggage shut is the one of the worst parts of leaving Philippines again even when it is just a visit.

It felt like I'm trapped again in the world of british accents and forcing that tone out of my vocals.

Anne left before dawn even risen when I was dead asleep with drool on my cheek. She was upset of not just me, but also herself for coming here in the out of nowheres.

I have been ignoring Noah's calls and messages since 2 days ago when papa and mama told me to stay away from him because he was a 'bad influence' on me.

Then, my phone rang. It was an audio call from messenger of an unknown. I felt weird but my stupidity is just stupid so I answered it.

****

Me: Uh, hello?

Timmy: Ms. Nichols, are you really just gonna leave my damn best friend alone in the ducking air? Why are you going to London?!

Me: Timmy?

Timmy: Oh, yes, Mrs. Armstrong, you better fucking explain.

Me: Timmy, I'm not an ARMSTRONG. And, I do am leaving, but I'll be back in a few weeks. I promise!

Timmy: Noelle, if you would be back in a few weeks, then why are you ignoring Noah?

Me: I can't explain it to you yet, Timmy. I have to go.

****

I ended the call, making Timmy's line cut short soon after.

If I tell him the actual reason, I am exposing myself that I never meant to fall in love with Noah but I was forced.

The door creaked open, revealing Kiki on the loose wearing her lazy outfit with a pink cardigan for a sense of fashion.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and fixed my scarf as a sign of fixing my composure.

"You ready?" Kiki asked before taking my luggage and lookin' back at me with a sweet smile on her face.

I nodded, not wanting to use my voice that was trying to betray me by making it cracked.

Kiki and I walked out of the house before I looked back, taking a last look.

It felt like I'm leaving this place again just for another environment. But no, it's just a few weeks. I'll be fine..