BAD BOY MEETS BAD GIRL

Chapter 8

BAND AID

"Have a seat, GF."

Iniwan ko na muna siya sa sala para kumuha ng panglinis at panggamot sa sugat niya. Pagbalik ko sa doon ay nakita ko siyang tinitignan ang mga picture frames na nakasabit sa dingding namin. He is particularly looking at the pink picture frame. I felt my cheeks burn because I know exactly what's on that picture.

"Shit." I muttered.

Napalingon siya sa 'kin. He has this shocked, amused or whatever look on his face.

"Hey there, ballerina." He said, grinning like a monkey who's given a bunch of banana.

I rolled my eyes heavenward. Bwisit. Just as I thought iinisin niya na naman ako. "Fuck off."

"This is so... amusing." He said, still gawking at my picture. "Never in my wildest dream did I imagine you wearing a pink tutu. You look-"

"-shitty." I added, hoping that he would drop the topic. Sobrang girly ko doon for Pete's sake! And it was so kadiri. Ugh. Bakit pa kasi napilit ni mommy na magtake ng ballet lessons last year e.

He shook his head. "Stunning."

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!!

Kalma lang mga butterflies in my stomach. One word lang yon, nabaliw na kayo agad. Traydor. Leche.

"For someone who has a crushed lip, ang daldal mo." I said, trying to get away from the topic.

"Can't help it. Ang ganda mo talaga dito e." He shrugged.

WHAT THE!

Shit, butterflies, chill. Chill lang. Nambobola lang yan.

Pero hindi effective. Ayun, ramdam na ramdam ko pa rin ang pagwawala ng mga paro-paro sa aking tiyan. And that's because of this freak in front of me.

"Dagdagan ko kaya yang sugat mo sa bibig para di na ka talaga makapagsalita?" I warned him habang tinitignan siya nang matalim.

If my looks could send daggers, he would have been dead by now.

He chuckled. "Chill." Umupo na rin siya sa sofa sa wakas. Yung upong mayabang. Yung upo na naka-stretch ang arms sa sandalan ng sofa at naka-de kwatro pa. "Gagamutin mo pa ako, 'di ba?" He said, wiggling his brows.

Leche. Bat ko pa kasi naipang patuluyin 'tong kurimaw na 'to sa pamamahay ko e. Tss.

Umupo na ko sa tapat niya as I rummage the first aid kit. Cotton balls at alcohol ang una kong nakita. Pwede na siguro itong ipanglinis sa sugat niya. "I am not really good with this nursing thing so-"

"Cut the disclaimer, Berto. Just do it."

Again, I rolled my eyes heavenward. What a jerk.

"Fine. Suck it up." I said, saka ko diniin ang bulak na nilagyan ko ng alcohol sa sugat niya.

"AW FUUUCK!!!"

***

My phone beeped.

From: Ghost fighter

I'm home na, Berto.

It's been an hour since umalis siya. Baon baon niya ang hapdi na naidulot ko sa paglalagay ng alcohol sa sugat niya.

Malay ko bang hindi pala 'yun panlinis ng sugat. Tss.

In the end, siya tuloy ang naglinis ng sarili niyang sugat.