Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell

Chapter 33: Terrible, terrible day.

After giving me food- and teasing me about being fat!- Xander left and told me to get some rest.

I closed my eyes and the same almond eyes stared back at me.

"Who is he? Gosh..." I slapped my face lightly, "Shit up and man up."

Yes, shit up, not shut up.

I grabbed my phone and went to my call history.

I giggled and, without thinking, I saved it.

Mr. Ilikefood

I dialed the number and they luckily picked up.

"Who's this?" The same voice from before asked, except it was a bit groggy, like they just woke up.

This voice...

I cleared my throat, "Hello my dear soulmate! Looks like you lied,"

"Dayana?" I heard a loud thump, as if he fell from his bed or something.

"Yeah? That's my name... or is it?" I said with an evil laugh.

"Lied about what?" He asked innocently, ignoring my craziness.

Wow, someone can actually ignore my craziness.

"About breaking your phone." I replied with a giggle.

"Oh... Well, I changed my mind." He replied.

I snorted, "When?"

"Since- uh, when you ended the call!" He replied.

"Oh, really? No no, don't worry, I believe you." I said, stifling a laugh.

"I really did!" He exclaimed and something in the background crashed, as if he flailed his arms around and accidentally hit something.

"Nice move." I told him.

"That... was my sister's gift to me." He said with a whimper.

"And now let us all witness my soulmate die from fear before his sister could find out." I announced.

"Not helping." He said deadpanned.

I giggled, "I know, how do you expect me to help if I'm not even with you?"

"Words of encouragement...?" He offered.

I rolled my eyes even if he couldn't see me, "Yeah. You can do it!" I said deadpanned.

"Thanks?" He replied, making it come out more as a question than an answer.

"You're welcome!" I beamed.

"You're no help." He told me.

"But you just thanked me! And why the sudden mood change? Are you in your guy period or something? Unless you just have a deep voice and is actually a-"

"Shut up! Sheesh! I'm a boy! Male! Lalaki!" He exclimed.

"Ooh, Filipino?" I asked.

I heard him groan, "No."

"How do you know a Filipino word? Unless it was a different language then I'm so-rry!" I said with a giggle.

"It was Filipino. I just got that from Tr-" he paused, "-oy. Right, Troy."

"So... Troy's the name of your companion earlier?" I asked him.

"Yeah..." He replied slowly.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

"Hey, funny story, I'm actually half-Flipino!" I exclaimed.

"Really." He said, making it statement, not a question.