Torrecampo Series #1:
Elery Torrecampo, a cheerleader and aspiring fashion designer, embodies every trait a woman desires. Yet, the man she admires, Amiel, only has eyes for her brother.
How can she capture his attention and make him focus solely o...
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"Elery Torrecampo, she's quite famous," Ada commented as I was practicing my batting. "She confessed publicly; isn't she ashamed?" She frowned. I just shrugged my shoulders.
I don't know where she found that courage, but it's actually fascinating.
Not everyone can do that.
"Bakit? Ang tapang niya nga e!" Juno defended, which made Aenna frown.
"Crush mo kasi," Orin said, looking at Juno, who was playing with the ball in his hand. "Kaso hindi ka crush." The ball immediately flew to Orin's side, but our captain just laughed.
"I'd be more interested if Lyron would join us next year." They all shook their heads, not surprised anymore.
They've seen me trying to convince that boy since we became a team in first year. It's just that I've seen him play, and admittedly, it's hard to find catchers like him. But, like her sister, I couldn't get a read on him. Their family is strange in its own way.
The Torrecampos are descendants of baseball players. Their family tree is prestigious in the baseball industry, so they carry quite a name. But that doesn't mean the brothers didn't work hard to reach this far and write their names in the long history of great players.
Maybe it just runs in their blood―being excellent in this sport.
After practice, I went to the nearest convenience store from the café Ada mentioned. I forgot to bring my tumbler, and Juno, as usual, drank the last drops of water from the last bottled water we had.
I could only shake my head at his immaturity.
Is it about Elery Torrecampo again?
A time will come when I'll really smash him with my bat.
My phone rang while I was busy choosing something to drink.
Ada
03:16
classes done?
yup
sabay tayo lunch
we rarely see each other because of your presentation
My brows arched.
I didn't even notice that. Juggling academic and extracurricular activities is hard, but I got used to it since high school. My parents would only let me touch my bat if I didn't neglect my studies.
It was like a tradition in our family: once you become an adult, you have to be a businessman.
I don't like that. They couldn't take care of us when we're young and let our grandparents take care of us for them. Ate and I only came back when they died. Since then, I hated their ways of conrolling us. Just because they're our parents, they felt entitled in over our lives.
