BAD BOY MEETS BAD GIRL

Chapter 9

The (Very) Unfortunate Girl

July | Wednesday

I don't hate English. In fact, it's my most favorite subject. Nagkataon lang na ayoko sa topic namin ngayon. Poetry. Like ugh. It's so cheesy and ew.

Kasalukuyang dinidiscuss ng teacher namin ang rhyme scheme at ako naman ay busy lang sa pagdoo-doodle sa notebook ko. Kunwari nagle-lecture.

May kokopyahan naman ako ng lecture dahil nakikita ko si Frances na nagt-take down ng notes. The ever masipag and maasahan na kaibigan.

"Questions?" the teacher asked.

"None," the class answered in chorus.

"Good. Let's have a little exercise then. I want you to write a one-stanza poem which may contain a "hugot" that you all are fond of doing especially on your facebook status. It's time to apply your hugot skills in our subject. I'll give you 5 minutes to 7 minutes to write a one-stanza hugot poem. You may use the different rhymes we've discussed a while ago. Then, I'll ask for 5 volunteers to read their work here in front. Is the instructions clear, class?"

"Yes, Miss!" the class answered enthusiastically.

Kapag usapang hugot at love life talaga ang active nila e. Tss.

Ano namang alam ko sa love life? I neither had a relationship nor experienced being in love.

In the end, wala akong nasulat. Bahala na kapag natawag ako. Impromptu na lang ang gagawin ko.

"Time's up!"

Nagtawag si Miss Dela Cruz ng mga volunteers at hindi siya nahirapan humanap dahil maraming willing magparticipate para marinig ang hugot na ginawa nila. Nang isa na lang ang kailangan ni Miss Dela Cruz, gulat na gulat ako nang magtaas ng kamay ang katabi ko.

Shit. Itong si GF huhugot? Whoa there!

Tumayo na siya sa harap habang dala dala ang notebook niya.

"Start reading your poem, Eugene."

He looked at his notebook. "Ehem," he cleared his throat then looking straight at me, he read his poem,

"He wants to say 'I love you'
But keeps it to 'Goodnight'
Because love will mean some falling
And he's afraid of heights."

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Kinilabutan ako dun. Bat kasi kailangan sa akin pa siya nakatitig habang binabasa niya 'yon? Ugh bwisit! Pinagtitripan na naman ako siguro niya ako.

Pero yung lines ng poem niya... damn. Seryoso siya doon? He's afraid to fall?

My thoughts were interrupted by the loud applause (plus nakakabinging tili) my classmates gave him after he read his poem.

Napatingin ako kay Frances na nakatingin din sa akin. Iba ang ngiti niya sa akin at alam ko na kung ano ang ibig sabihin non.

Frances mouthed, "Tagos ba?" while she motioned her heart being struck by her finger.

I rolled my eyes as my answer. Then my eyes went to Kier. Pinakita niya sa akin ang notebook niya na may nakasulat na, "Kilig na ba u?"

Whatthefuck is wrong with these people? That poem was not for her, for Christ's sake!

"Well written, Eugene. It seems you are crushing on someone... may we know who's the lucky girl?"