Phoebe’s POV-
If only I know him so well, I can’t conclude that he like her just because he glared at me but it really hurts.
“Miss Sanchez! Wait!” someone I knew that I wish I never saw him today.
“What is it Mr. Manrique?” oh damn it! Why do I have to be stuck with him in this job.
“Let me tell you the rules first.” He said.
Rules? Seriously how does this boy become that leeches’ brother? Rather than having the same parents. He’s so opposite from his sister.
“Ok then tell me.” I replied sarcastically.
“As you can see Miss Sanche--” I cut him off
“Wait! Stop calling me Miss Sanchez Ok?! I know my surname so please stop using it.” I said with both hands on the air. Geez! He’s annoying.
“Ok then, what am I going to call you?” he asked, what? He didn’t know my name? I thought I’m already famous at school for slapping the cheerleader on the face which is Stella by the way.
“Phoebe” I said without looking at him. Keeping my eyes on the beach and thank goodness the people are few today so it will be less work.
“Ok. Phoebe? I’m Alex” he reaches his hand as if I’m going to shake it but instead I just hit it with my palm.
He chuckled “First thing first, we need to put some sunblock for our own protection and water ready for…..” huh! He’s seriously? Sunblock? What a jerk? Afraid to get tanned mister pretty boy? When I said pretty like I mean it as handsome. Alex is handsome he have a bushy eyebrows, cute pair of brown eyes, lips like a baby so thin but satisfying for me. If only he’s not the brother of that bit** then I would be happy spending the day with him on the beach.
“Did you get it?” he asked.
“Get what?” I replied.
“The things I told you? Nakikinig ka ba?” he said gently. OMdoubleFG! I’m starting to like this guy.
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"Pearls of the Sea"
FantasíaDo you believe in Myths? Legends? Folklores? Or even Tales? They’re just sayings, stories or fables that never meant to be real but just to let us sleep in the night when our mothers bid us a goodnight. If I tell you something a story to tell, would...
