Heartbreak Girl

HG1: Surprise

I woke up with the freaking alarm clock ringing like there was no tomorrow.

Ugh, why am I up so early? And sinong nagset ng alarm nang ganitong oras?

It's just another day.

My eyes widened as I remembered that today's Saturday and that doesn't mean that I can sleep through the whole day and be lazy. I groaned as I got up and fixed my bed.

I really hate this semester. Nakakainis. My schedule is so different than the previous one.

Every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, my classes begin at seven in the morning and end at eleven in the morning. The only perk was actually not having classes the rest of the day, although I didn't have any vacant hours to spare (and the fact that not all of these classes are being attended to in one building, it could've been a little less stressful if that was the case.). And on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have breaks but I still do not manage to keep myself satisfied and well-adjusted. I had morning classes from nine to twelve noon, then afternoon classes from three to five.
And of course, Satur-freaking-days.

Well, what can I say? I am, after all, a Fine Arts student. Although graduates from the university I'm studying at assured me that second year was the "chillest" year among the four, I disagree in so many different levels.

Chill ba yung halos matumba ka sa paglalakad kasi wala kang tulog dahil deadline na nung plate mo? Chill ba yun?

Although I'm majoring in Fashion Designing, I still had to take some units in actual arts. Basically, I expected to sketch gowns and dresses, but who knew I'd paint the sunset and the details of an old house?

Anyway, the worst thing about second semester was that I had different schedules with my best friend.

Daniel Padilla.

His name was too familiar, it literally hurts to hear his name. Daniel Padilla was a top-notch, egotistical a-hole who couldn't live without me. And no, I'm definitely not exaggerating. The kid couldn't live on his own. Although he's a douchebag most of the time, he's my best friend and I do not regret the day we agreed to be friends.

Basically, DJ, as what his friends and family call him, is my best friend. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. Truly, I hated his guts with my entire being, but that's how Kath and DJ works. We fight like cats and dogs but at the end of the day, we're best of friends and that wouldn't change even after twenty five more years.

Or at least that's what I assume.

We met, like, ten years ago. I couldn't just forget that day, even if I wanted to. He kind of, sort of (not actually sure) saved me. Well, he did not actually save me.

Ganito kasi yun, I climbed up the tree to hide from my yaya while he played hide and seek with his friends. He was hidden behind the tree where I was. Noong pababa na ako, I slipped pero hindi ako bumagsak sa lupa.

You might think na sinalo ako ni DJ. Hindi no, payatot yun. Hindi niya ako kaya.

Kaya I fell into him, literally squishing him into the ground.

That's how we met. He went home with back pain and his elbow got injured because of me.

Since then, we became best friends.

But the real question that has been bothering me for too long was when did I actually start liking him?

Was it when he asked me to dance on our Prom night, almost three years ago?

Or was it when I was sick and my parents are on the other side of the world and are too busy to take care of me and he was there?

Maybe it was when he laughed at my bright green cast at the hospital when I fell of a chair and injured my wrist.