Worth the Trouble

chapter 6

Clark

I went home yesterday pissed. Pinalabas ako ni Sandra sa kanyang kwarto. Hindi ko naman siya masisisi. Ito ang unang pagkakataon na nangyari 'yon. I always make sure to please my girls. Hindi naman ako bato. I know they have feelings too.

Gusto ko sanang pumunta ng club pero hindi natuloy dahil may lakad si Gavin kasama si Belle. And the rest of my friends are also not available tonight. Even Justin who is single as fuck.

Nasanay na akong laging kasama sila tuwing umiinom. One of us would would keep sober to watch over the wasted ones. And tonight, I'm not planning to get raped. I know my face is enough for girls to think naughty things.

Now, I'm bored and lascivious.

Tangina lang kasi. Habang ginagawa namin 'yon ay ang itsura ni Bianca sa bar habang sumasayaw sa ibabaw ng mesa ang naaalala ko.

Damn girl. So cold and arctic but when she danced, so hot. I even wanted to punch those bastards who touched and kissed her that night, giving her hard liquors, but I remained watching from afar. Studying her every confusing moves.

I saw how her bestfriend pulled her and told her to go down the table but she didn't listen. Jerks around her seemed happy with the situation. I saw how their eyes flickered with her every sway. I grabbed her and carried her away from them. Then she started crying. Her cries were not merely drunken wails. She cried like she's hurt. Those cries we mostly hear at the funerals. She gripped my shirt and poured her heart out.

When drunk, people tend to spill secrets and act based on how they legitimately feel. So,would that mean she's sad and hurt?

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From halfway across the parking I saw Bianca leaning on her car. Nakasimangot siya habang may kausap sa kanyang cellphone. She was so engrossed talking kaya hindi niya ako napansing papalapit. I smiled when I saw her rolling her eyes upward, still listening to what the person on the other line is saying. I always find that gestures of hers cute.

"Shut up, Cass!" nasa likod na niya ako ngayon. Hindi ako nakikinig ha. Sadyang magkatabi lang talaga ang sasakyan namin.

"Huwag mo ngang pakikialam 'yan!"

"Suntok gusto mo?" sigaw niya. Ganito pala siya ka ingay kapag kausap ang kaibigan niya. "'Wag sabi!"

Tahimik na natawa ako nang magpapadyak siya. Kinamot niya ang batok niya dahil sa inis. "Stop calling me Blare!" "I said.stop.calling.me.blare!"

"Fuck you!"

Now, why would Cassandra call her Blare when her name is Bianca? They're both weird. Hell, why am I even sticking my nose in their conversation?

Bianca kicked herself off from her car. She ended the call and walked slowly away from the parking. The urge to follow her is too strong. She pushed her phone at the back pocket of her jeans. I had a mini heart attack when I thought she would look behind her. Thank God, she didn't.

We were both walking so slow for about five minutes, me tailing behind. Alam kong wala siyang palanong puntahan dahil nakayuko lang siya at tinitingnan ang paa niya. She's oblivious with the looks people are giving her.

She's a head turner there's no arguing with that. Her hair falls and frames her small face perfectly, her eyes were expressive because of her thick lashes, her nose is small and pointed, her lips a little pouty and red. She has a small body frame with the right curves. And what makes me appreciate her more is that she likes to wear tees and jeans. She doesn't dress to kill. She just wears what she's comfortable with.

Natigil ang paglalakad niya ng nasa harap na kami ng music building. She stared for how many seconds and I stared at her back the whole time. Bumuntong hininga siya at pumasok.

She slid silently inside a room filled with pianos and any other instruments. I held my breath when she sat down and pushed one key. She then moved her hand away as if touching the key board is burning her.

I moved closer. I am now in front of her, in the seats but she was so engrossed with staring that she did not notice the movements I made. She closed her eyes. I was shocked when she pounded the piano with her fingers mightly creating a forcedul sound of agony.

Inilabas ko ang cellphone at kinuhanan siya ng video. Alam kong magagalit siya kapag nalaman niya ito pero ang ganda niya. Ang ganda ng tinutugtog niya.

I would've mistaken her as one of the most famous pianists in the world if I close my eyes.

She remained her eyes close as she tilted her head back and played like it's a matter of life and death to her. I had goosebumps everywhere on my body.

I turned my phone off when I noticed tears flowing from her eyes. Her lips quivered but she remained playing.

"I'm sorry." she mouthed. She halted pressing one key for the last time and there was silence.

"I'm sorry, Bianca. I miss you." humagulgol siya at isinubsob ang kanyang mukha sa kamay. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"i'm sorry."

Her sobs echoed. I felt a pang inside my chest.

With that I left the room and went to the soccer field.

I ran lapses until I was tired, trying to forget what I saw earlier.

Confused.