The Beating of a Metal Heart [On Hold]

Chapter Seventeen: You're the Prince; I'm the Princess: she's the Matchmaker

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Hildegarde's Point of View

Unbelievable.

She's so incredibly dense. Sometimes Miss Genius gets it wrong. Sometimes all the geniuses are failures in more practical things. I won't be able to go boy-hunting at the prom now! (hahahaha.)

No matter. I just have to think of  a new scheme. Till that moment came, I talked to Miss Prissy to know why she practically ruined my plans....

"What were you talking about?" I hissed. "Joke ba yun? Pwede na bang tumawa?"

"It's evident that you like him." she sang.

WTF? Blind, delusional..... what? Did she just say that? 

"Oh? How can you say that?"

"Weren't you passing notes during English?"

That gave me pause. Her back was turned on him the whole time. Whoa. The girl had extraordinary peripheral vision... She was able to see even that?

"We weren't!" I denied. I knew I wouldn't win......

"Oh come on. You dropped your pen at least two times.... surely that'd mean something... and you dropped them in HIS direction. Dropping your pen, it was a transparent scheme; I knew you were passing notes. Clever one, that." she said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

She tried to keep her face expressionless, but she wasn't able to resist  a smile. Soon she was giggling softly.

"Okay then, Miss Holmes. We WERE passing notes. But how can you jump to the conclusion that they were love notes that we were writing?"

"Oh can't you see? The two of you have many similarities: you are both loud, you both hate books, you both think I'm weird. You'd make a cute couple!" she said merrily, smiling mischievously. "I mean, don't you like him?"

Bumaliktad na ang mundo. Why the hell? I can't understand a single thing she's saying. She's speaking alienese. Cheers, I'm just a bilingual idiot, then? I'm happy being a bilingual idiot!

"Oh you don't know, do you? When the time comes, you'll know whom he likes, whom I like, whom you like, and who likes YOU." I snapped.

"We'll see, then."

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And she was still laughing. Good Lord, why? Bakit po ako?

Lothaire's Point of View

Mathilde just couldn't have been serious.

Damn, I've been dreaming of that prom night for a whole week now. I've been fantasizing about how I'd ask her to dance, how I'd bask in the warmth and softness of her hands, how I'd whisper in her ear that I liked her, how I'd...... er...... kiss her.....

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cheek.

Oh ano? Kala mo?! HAHAHAHAHA. Di pa naman..... Haha. Di ako ganun noh!

That was too ambitious. But as it was.... it seems that I won't be able to do that...

Unless...

"Lothaire Matthew Victor!" a commanding female voice called.

Oh Lia, hindi mo ba alam? Ikaw ang gusto ko.... andito ka ba ngayon para bawiin yung sinabi mo kanina? Pwede ba ikaw na lang kadate ko? Hayaan mo na si Hilda, makakahanap ng ibang kadate yang Amazonang yan.... Ikaw gusto kong kadate, wala nang iba......

Please be my date. Please be my date. Please be my date.

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Oh hinde. Patawarin naman!

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Pagharap ko ba naman, si Hildegarde pala yun....

ayy buhay. Lord, sign ba to? Siya ba para sa'kin? Wag naman po...... Magpapakabait na po ako....

"Ohh... anong mukha ba yan?" 

"Was she serious? Ano daw?" I said.

"She most definitely was. Apparently, she thought the two of us were an item."

"What the.... efff?"

"She saw us passing notes. Did you know that she was the long lost daughter of Sherlock Holmes?"

"Goodness gracious. So it's YOU I'm stuck with?"

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"Don't say that just yet. Ano tanggap mo bang ganun lang? You're the Prince, I'm the Princess.... and GOOD HEAVENS, she's the MATCHMAKER? Given, I want a prince, but I want to find myself one at the prom." she said, rather calmly. Buti naman.

"BTW, anung kulay susuutin mo?" she asked again.

"Why?"

"Basta. Ano nga?" she was smiling wickedly at me. 

"Black and white."

"Wag. Wear a lime or green one. I have a plan." And then, she winked at me. 

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Good Lord, whatever this witch is planning, please let it be safe and not scandalous.....

I still want to have a bright future ahead of me..