Lost in Love ( Short Story )

Lost in Love

Lost in Love
written by Fermaine

Francis was 17 years old when he first met Isabella. He was peacefully sleeping then at the bench of their school's park when he heard  a soft voice waking him up.

"Kuya..." Said the soft voice. He opened his eyes annoyingly. Bumungad sa kanya ang mukha ng babae. Nakadungaw sa kanya. She was beautiful. He was speechless how gorgeous and angelic the girl was.

He was lying kaya agad siya napabangon dahilan para mag-untog ang mga ulo nila.

"Ouch..." Napaatras ang babae at agad na napahawak sa noo nitong natamaan niya. His eyes widened at agad na dinaluhan ito.

"Are you okay?" He checked her forehead.

The girl step backward. Away from him. She was maybe off guard with his unexpected action.

"I...I just want to ask po kung saan 'to puwedeng itapon." The girl said shyly while showing the empty cup of Starbucks. "Nakita ko po kasi 'to nakakalat sa daan. And I think I can help you through this little way na mapagaan ang trabaho niyo."

He dropped his jaw. Did the girl thought he was a janitor? He thought to himself. Sa ibang pagkakataon siguro, maiinsulto siya but he chuckled.

"I am a student here, Miss." He said laughing bago ituro ang puting polo at itim na pants.

She blushed. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine." Who would have thought that someone thought him as a janitor? He's Francisco Javier Velasco for God's sake. With his perfect charm and a blast sex appeal. He was a chick magnet. He thought again.

Inagaw niya mula sa babae ang empty cup at naglakad para maghanap ng trashcan. Ramdam niya ang pagsunod nito.

"I am really sorry." She said in worried voice.

Nang makahanap ng trashcan, tinapon niya ang cup roon bago hinarap ito.

"Nasa labas ka kasi ng classroom while class hour so I thought you're not a student." Pagrarason pa nito.

"I'm bored and sleepy." He don't know why he finds her extremely cute with her red cheeks.

"I-Im really really sorry." Paghingi nito ulit ng paumanhin.

"I said, it's fine. What's your name by the way?"

"Isabella... Isabella Ong. Umm.. I'm going to my classroom." Tinalikuran na niya si Francis when the latter stop him.

"You know me?"

Hinarap niya ulit ang binata. "I... I don't. I am transferee. Sorry."

He smiled. "Then, you should've ask my name, too."

"I-I should?" Inosente nitong tanong.

Tumango siya. "I am Francis. Francisco Javier Velasco."

Later that day, they found out that there were classmates. Francis was the top of the class. He used to sleep outside the classroom when he finds the subject or the teacher boring. While on the other hand, Isabella was transferree from the other school.

They became seatmates, friends, bestfriends until he confessed...

"Sino 'yon?" He asked her matapos maabutan na may kausap si Isabella na lalaki. Katatapos lang ng swimming training niya and they always go home together.

"He asked me if I have someone who can drive me home." She answered innocently.

"Loko 'yon ah! Ano'ng pangalan ng gagong 'yon? Ano'ng section?" Inis niyang himutok.