Fixing Sol [FIN]

F

F is for fail

 [Ellaine's POV]

I was walking in an empty alley out of the Radio Station company where I work. It was past midnight na pala.

Then a mysterious guy pinned me in the wall. “H-hey! Are you crazy!?”

“Are you DJ Ellaine Luvierda?” he asked angrily. His fuming eyes pierced into my soul. God, what the heck is wrong with this lunatic?

“Yes I am, w-why? D-don’t tell me na stalker kita!” sabi ko while trying to escape from him but no, he was too strong. His face was manly. I managed to look at it closely in the pale moonlight and the almost dead lamp post.

“Stop being pathetic! Ikaw ang nagpayo sa girlfriend ko na hiwalayan ako!”

 

 

I scoffed. “So... You’re that paasa guy pala and who are you? You’re an assh0le.” I answered while throwing ridiculous looks at him.

“Stop speaking in English! Tigilan mo ako! Hindi mo ba ako kilala?!”

 

 

“Duh, would I ask if I know you? Tanga ka ba or what?” I answered. I am so annoyed with this guy.

“Miss, lumalayo na ata tayo sa usapan. Yung girlfriend ko!”

 

 

“What? Sa akin mo pa isisi ang pagiging tanga niya at pagiging womanizer mo? Oh please,”

“The point is, bakit mo sinabing hiwalayan ako?”

 

 

I rolled my eyes in belief. “Duh, trabaho ko ang magbigay ng advice. Tanga. At yun ang tamang gawin, duh. So if you excuse me,” I said then escaped when he’s still loose.

How pathetic was that?

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[SOL’S POV]

That stupid DJ!

Hindi naman sa mahal ko yung girlfriend ko for a week, pero tangina, walang karapatan yun na makipagbreak sakin.