Not So Polaroid Love

Chapter 2 - First Impressions

“I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy. I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly. I mean, you're so shy and I'm lovin’ your tie. You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh. Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the eff I is. I am Annaleigh, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up,” I rapped to the beat of the song from the radio.

“Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away. Beating like a drum and it's coming your way,” birit ni Migs with matching facial expression.

“Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass! Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass. Yeah that's that super bass!” we sang together with my hairbrush as our alternative microphone.

We were inside his car, a black Audi. It’s the second day of school and he volunteered to pick me up.

Here we are singing our hearts out as we make our way to Kruger Brent.

“This song really match my feelings para sa bet kong guy ngayon. He got my heartbeat running away sa fez pa lang. He’s half-Greek mind you,” maarteng sabi ni Migs.

“Parang kahapon lang hindi ka makaget-over sa guy that you stalked during sembreak tapos ngayon may bago ka na naman?” I asked accusingly.

“Ganun talaga, friend. I have to keep moving forward.”

“Alam mo yan!”

“Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass! Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass. Yeah that's that super bass!” we sang again as Migs halt the car due to traffic.

“You sure na okay lang sayo malate? It’s almost time. Ako okay lang kasi I don’t have first period class,” Migs asked, concerned.

“I plan to be fashionably late.”

“Oo nga. Keri naman ng beauty and brains mo ang almost always mong pagiging late.”

“Thank you Juan Miguel,” I said sarcastically.

“Eww! Don’t call me that.”

I laughed.

After fifteen minutes, we arrived at school. Migs found a parking space, got off the car, opened the door for me and assisted me while stepping out of the vehicle.

Such a gentleman. Unfortunately, he’s not a man.

He carried my Girbaud bag for me.

“F na F mo yang bag ko, ah,” I whispered to him as I held his arms.

“Shh. Baka may makarinig sayo, heartthrob pa naman ako ditto,” Migs said.

Natawa ako.

I looked at him and studied his features.

Tall, tanned and handsome, who would have guessed that he’s part of the third sex? Slightly crumpled black hair, aristocratic nose, kissable full lips and hypnotic midnight black eyes. Six feet of irresistible hotness. He’s lean and that completed his boy-next-door image. With his striking good looks, he easily stands out in the crowd.

“Hey, is that Ashleen?” I asked Migs.

“Uh oh, let’s go the other way before she sees us. She has been stalking me for quite some –”

“Ah! Hi Migs!” greeted Ashleen enthusiastically.

“Hello Ash,” Migs greeted back, forcing a smile.

“Hey Lee!” Ashleen greeted me. She inspected my outfit and said, “I lurve your shoes!”

“Of course you do,” I smiled.

“Sige, mauna na kami,” paalam ni Migs kay Ashleen.

Hinila ako ni Migs palayo.

“See you later,” Ashleen called after us.

“I hope not,” Migs whispered to me.

“Malay mo magkatuluyan kayo,” I teased him.

“I’d rather marry you.”

“Is that a proposal?”

“No,” he said quickly.

I laughed.

“I gotta go to the CR. See you na lang later at break,” paalam ko sa kanya.

He handed me my bag and walked away.

I went inside the nearest comfort room and entered the cubicle.

I heard some girls talking inside the comfort room.

“Nakita mo ba yung guy who owns the red Ducati Panigale?”

I recognized her voice.

 Who is she again? Rica? Rita? I can’t remember.

“You mean the hot guy wearing a black leather jacket yesterday, Rizza?” the other girl said.

Ah, Rizza pala.

“Sino pa ba, Karen?” the Rizza girl said.

“I heard he’s half-Greek,” the girl named Karen said.

“I love him na.”

“Sige sayo na siya. Kay Migs pa rin ako.”

Wait a minute. Are they talking about the guy whom Migs is attracted to? Aside from Aki, I haven’t encountered any half-Greek inside the school premises. There’s a new one?

I got out of the cubicle. Went straight to the mirror and fixed my face, not minding the two girls staring and smiling at me.

I went out of the comfort room. I checked my watch, I’m twenty minutes late.

Oh well, no need to hurry now.

I walked gracefully through the hallway to the classroom.

I reached for the doorknob when another hand tried to grab it. Our hands touched and some sort of electric current passed through me. I jerked my hand away, looked up and saw the most amazing gray eyes I have ever seen.

I was about to say “Hi! How are you? Can you be my boyfriend?” when he opened the door and...

Left me standing there, mouth hanging open.

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