Super Freaky Girl

Freaky 2

Iris'

Walang mapaglagyan ang saya na nararamdaman ng puso ko. I could even hardly keep the grin off my face habang nakaupo ako rito sa bleachers, surrounded by all of my 'boyfriend's' stuff. Alas' bag slouched against my knee, his tumbler sat within arm's reach, and his varsity jacket—the same one I'd seen him wear a hundred times—hung from the seat next to me like it belonged there. Like it was meant for me to wear... Like I belonged in this seat, watching him play habang nagbabantay sa mga gamit niya.

Because I did!

Kanina ko pa talaga pinagiisipan kung isusuot ko ba ang varsity jacket niya. Like hello? Ang lamig kaya rito.

Every movement of his on the court made my heart race. The way he dribbled, the sharp focus in his eyes—it was all perfect. Hindi yata ako magsasawang panoorin siya habang naglalaro. I clapped and cheered, pretending not to notice the way some of the other spectators glanced at me, probably wondering why I was so enthusiastic.

But none of it mattered. Not the crowd, not the players, nothing. It was just me and him.

Tutok na tutok ako sa panonood sa kaniya nang mapansin ko na naman ang varsity jacket niya sa peripheral vision ko.

It was just sitting there, hanging so innocently, as if begging for me to do something.

Tinitigan ko pa 'yon ng ilang segundo,  the edges of my lips curling up in the sweetest, most mischievous grin.

An idea popped into my mind, and I swear my heart nearly leaped out of my chest with excitement.

I grabbed the jacket, feeling the weight of it, the softness of the fabric—it smelled like him, like the mix of his cologne and that boyish sweat from long practices. Fuck!

Ita-try ko lang naman saglit... Wala naman sigurong masama hindi ba? I mean, girlfriend niya na ako at may karapatan din akong isuot 'to ano!

Now, I'm battling my inner demon and... angel? Because, like, what if magalit nga si Alas kapag sinuot ko ito?

My inner demon says, 'Put on Alas's jacket. Sino ba ang may pake? You're his girlfriend now, aren't you? He'll love it, trust me. It's, like, the perfect way to show you're already a part of his life.'

But then my inner angel says, 'Wait, hold on. Paano kung magalit nga siya sa'yo? What if he thinks it's weird? You don't want to scare him off, do you?'

My inner demon snaps back, 'Scare him off? Bitch. Please. He'll be thrilled. Wearing his jacket is practically the same as marking your territory.'

My inner angel sighs, 'You're not even really his girlfriend yet. Don't get ahead of yourself.'

And there it is again—that nagging little voice of doubt whispering, 'You're freaking delusional.'

But I shove it down. Deadma sa bashers, I am his girlfriend. He just hasn't figured it out yet!

I pulled it over my shoulders, the sleeves falling long past my hands, and let out a soft giggle. It was like a hug from him, only better.

Pero hindi pa ako tapos. Not even close.

I pulled out my phone and angled it just right, making sure the court was in the background. I pouted for the camera first, then smiled, then finally gave the biggest grin I could muster.

Click. I took the selfie and immediately checked it. Tangina, ang ganda ko.

Me, in his jacket, looking exactly like the supportive girlfriend I was. Well, the one I should be.