The Perilous Haven

Chapter 6

Copyright © ScribblerMia, 2014

Interesting.

Me? I'm interesting? Nobody has ever said that word to me. I am always the boring type—the meek and geeky girl who locks herself in her room then buries herself with her books. Aside from shopping, I hardly go outside. I am not even a party girl, except those of family parties and business crap events with father and my dear brother. But parties like people dancing outrageously, non-stop kissing, flirting here and there, and overflowing alcoholic drinks? Not my thing, well except for a single incident that happened in the past. An incident that I wish didn't happen. An incident that I want to bury in the darkest and deepest place in my brain. 

I don't usually go to clubs. I don't smoke. I hardly drink liquors—well, except for that single incident again. 

So the verdict? I don't think I'm interesting.

"T-thanks," I muttered. Inabot ko ang librong hawak ng lalaking katabi ko. I lowered my eyes.

I felt his eyes on me, but I kept my head lowered.

Hindi ko alam pero tuwing kaharap ko siya o malapit ako sa kanya, nanginginig na lang ako sa takot. Is it because of his devilishly handsome looks? Damn it. I mean devilish looks he is giving me? For Pete's sake, I am seated beside an assassin...or a son of a notorious assassin. This guy is giving me the creeps. Can someone blame me? Whether or not he had killed someone, the very thought that his family is legendary for killing people, that's enough to make someone like me tremble with fear. He's still associated with assassins.

Akala ko ay matatapos na ang usapan namin, pero nagulat ako nang mapansing nakatingin pa rin siya sa akin. There it goes again, that devilish look of mischief in his eyes.

I cleared my throat and held the book tightly. "W-why? Is t-there a problem?" Sinalubong ko ang tingin nito.

 "I should be the one asking you that." That guy called Azrael raised an eyebrow mockingly in my direction. "Is there a problem?" He emphasized the word "problem."

I narrowed my eyes. "Excuse me?"

He shrugged. Pinaikot nito ang ballpen sa kamay niya at binigyan ako ng nanunuyang tingin. "Why the hell are you quivering?" Sumandal ito sa upuan at diretso akong binigyan ng nang-uusig na tingin.

I gasped. "I-I am not t-trembling."

"If stuttering, looking pale, and being shaky are not signs of trembling, then congratulations." He smirked and brought back his attention to the board. "You just made history of changing the meaning of the word, scatter-brain."

W-what? Did he just call me a scatter-brain? Last time, I heard him say "doltish." Ano'ng problema ng lalaking ito? Did he really think that I forgot about the incident where he pushed me then those rude students laughed at me, and someone even threw a bottle at me?

Nakuyom ko ang mga kamao ko sa inis. Ang kaninang takot na naramdaman ko sa estranghero ay napalitan ng yamot. Bakit nga ba ako matatakot sa lalaking ito? Sa pagkakaalam ko, magkasing-edad lang kami nito. Siguro magkasing-yaman lang din kami nito. Ano naman kung anak siya ng mamamatay-tao? Anak naman ako ng mayamang tao.

I gave him a pointed look. I leaned, so nobody could hear us. It's a good thing that our teacher was at the center of the aisle and busy lecturing. "Look here, Mister, I don't know you, okay?" I hissed. "If I remember it correctly, I haven't done anything wrong to you. For the record, I just transferred in this terrifying school against my will, okay? During my one-year stay in this school, can you please give me peace? Oh, haven't you also remembered the incident last time when you pushed me? You owe me an apology."