Taming Mr. Player (Completed)

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Pagtalikod ko, nakita ko si Eli. Parang nabigla sya sa mga nakita nya. His eyes were asking for explanation. Both of us couldn't move on our own places.

"Pag-usapan nyo yan dun." Nagulat ako nang biglang nagsalita si Allan at napatingin ako. He's pointing upstairs. I raised an eye brow at him. Tumayo sya at hinila si Eli palapit at tinulak kaming dalawa papunta sa stairs. "Dun kayo mag-usap sa kwarto. Walang sakitang magaganap ha? Walang sigawan. Maayos na usapan lang. Nagkakaintindihan ba tayo? Dito lang kaming tatlo sa baba. Hindi kayo makakababa hangga't hindi kayo nagkakaayos. Hala, sige na. Akyat na." Dire-diretso nyang sabi habang tinutulak nya ako at si Eli.

"T-teka, Allan. Wala akong naintindihan sa mga pinagsasabi mo. Ang bil---"

"Mag-usap kayo at ayusin nyo yang problema nyo. Yun lang ang ibig kong sabihin." I sighed in defeat and walked with Eli but Allan pulled me back and whispered something.

"Listen to him. Wag mo pairalin ang galit at selos o kung ano pa man." I nodded and pulled Eli to Allan's room.

When we reached the room, both of us were sitting on Allan's bed and we're both quiet. No one dared to speak. I was about to speak but he started to talk.

"Is that why you're avoiding me?" I looked at him. "That guy. Is he the reason why you don't want to see me? Are you dating him? Is he your boyfriend already?" I didn't answer. I'm not afraid of him anymore because there's no traces of anger on his face. I think he's controlling himself. I shook my head as an answer to his question. "I thought I'm your boyfriend. I thought you're gonna help me. I thought.. I thought you love me." I looked at him. I can't see anything within his eyes but confusion... or sadness?

I held his face and shook my head and smiled at him. "Are you done talking? Let me clear things to you done first. He's not my boyfriend and we're not dating. He's an old friend I used to like. His name's Jon. He came here all the way from Costa Rica to fix things that were broken for years and ages. That kiss on his cheek meant nothing. It's only a proof that I've forgiven him already. I am still going to help you. You're still my boyfriend. Remember? I told you, I'll leave if you will tell me that you don't need me anymore. If you say it, I'll leave you even if it'll kill me. I'll leave you if you ask me to leave coz that's how much I love you, babe." I told him while looking at his eyes. Now, I am a hundred ten percent sure that I love him.

"I'm sorry for what happened last time. I... I didn't really mean to do it. I'm sorry." A tear fell from his eye. I wiped it.

"Ssh. I'm sorry too. I provoked you because I wasn't answering you that time. You know why? Because I learned everything." His brows curled. "Aye. I already know everything about her. I admit, I got mad because I felt like you're seeing her in me, that you're making me be like her, that you're being like that to me because of her. That---" I was cut off when he suddenly kissed me.

"Sorry. Sorry if I'm making you feel that way. Sorry if I didn't tell you everything about her." He's looking straight into my eyes.

"I know you still love her. I'll help you get her back. I don't know the real reason why she left you. But I'll help you have her back in your life." Why am I saying these words? Am I a masochist? I don't know why I said those words. He smiled at me and shook his head.