Chapter 4

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Okay, as usual. I haven't seen him for around a week. Hell! Why am I thinking about him? Erase! Erase! Erase!

"Ms. Dy, you've done great with today's review. You may have your break."

Ngayon ko lang narealize na natpos ko na pala ung 20 Economics book na pinapabasa sakin.

"Opo sir." I just smiled.

I stood up and begun walking towards the door. Since it's break time, might as well visit the auditorium. Parang isa na to sa mga libangan ko, lalo na kaclose ko ung mga 3rd year students na nagbaband. Baka magpapractice sila.

After around 5 minutes, I reached the auditorium. Pagpasok ko, may narinig akong nagpeplay ng guitar. Alam ko "ngit" ung tinutugtog niya.

I was curious if who is playing the guitar. It's kinda relaxing...I mean in a different way. The way the song was being played, parang may feelings talaga. It's like the song itself was being sang by whoever plays the guitar.

I tired to peep muna bago totally entering the auditorium. Walang tao. All I saw was a guy na nakatalikod and he is the one playing the guitar.

I can't control my feet. Parang may strong force na humihila sakin towards the guy who is playing the guitar. I slowly walked towards him. As I walk, it's like an unexplainable magical feeling na masarap sa pakiramdam.

I sat across him. I focused on his fingers strumming the strings of the guitar. I can see how tender he was in doing so. I can feel all his emotions being transmitted to his guitar.

I moved my eyes up towards his arms...not that musculine, hehe! Pero a typical 4th year high school student. I shifted my stare to his lips. He seems to be humming. He has thin lips...red lips. I guess he does not smoke. I can read the lyrics of the song as I look on his lips.

I tried looking at his nose...pointed. Ngayon ko lang narealize na ang gwapo niya. Ang gwapo. Ang gwapo. As I silently utter this word, I can feel my hear reacting as well. I can feel the intensity in every heartbeat. I looked at his eyes...brown eyes full of emotions. I felt something...like a connection. I felt a spark, an electrifying spark.

I suddenly realized that he had stopped playing the song.

"Are you oaky?"

"Ah.. Yeah yeah. I'm sorry." Oh my! Nakakahiya ito! I'm trying to find words to say.

"I remember you. Ikaw ung tumulong sakin sa library di ba? Thank you ulit ah." I winked at him with a genuine smile. I wish di nya nakita na nagblush ako.

"Ah. Oo. Okay lang noh. Okay ka lang ba? Di ka ba nasaktan?" he smiled back at me.

"Oo, I'm fine. Nangigitara ka pala noh?" What a stupid question coming from the lips of El Dy. Oh stupid me!

"Hehe, oo e. Hobby ko to." he seems to be enthusiastic. "Hindi ko alam na mahilig ka palang pumunta sa auditorium."

"Oo, hehe. Kaclose ko kasi ung mga 3rd year na band members ng school so I watch them practice kapag may time." I can feel the heat on my cheeks.

"Ako nga pala si Mike. Mikael Erasmos Goshin. Transferee ako." He extended his hand in a professional manner.

"Nice to meet you. I'm..."

"El. Charlotte Eliza Dy, right?"

"'You know me? How come?"

"You're famous out here hehe."

I blushed, hehe. This time I know he saw it. And I was amazed that he blushed too. I thought this feeling was forever until...

"Hi ate El!"nandito na pala ang mga band members.

"Oh. Hi Jelo!" I waved towards the band. They waved backed at me.

"It's good that you're here ate. Magrereherse na kami."

"Actually kanina ko pa kayo hinihintay."

"Ehem ate! Ikaw ha! Di mo pa pinapakilala samin yang kasama mo!",sabay sabing "ayieeeee", which actually made me blush.

"Ah! Hahaha! He is Mike, transferee. New friend ko." , tinapik ko siya sa likod.

"New friend nga lang ba talaga?"

I nodded. I looked at him, and I was surprised that he was looking at me. I smiled. He smiled.

"Nice meeting you guys! How I wish I could hang out with you sometime.", he genuinely greeted the juniors.

"Sure kuya! Welcome ka! Hey! Don't ever hurt ate El huh! Or else, we won't hesitate to punch your face!", I almost laughed at Jelo when he said this.

"Oh cool down dude! We're friends and I won't ever hurt her." He smiled at me.


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