The Story of Us | ViceRylle

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The school bell rang and the students rushed outside the door, leaving the little boy with dark brown hair on his chair. He packed his bag and walked to the teacher's desk where his English teacher was still sitting and marking papers.

"Miss Curtis?" The woman with short hair who was busy marking papers looked up at the little boy.

"Yes, Tristan? What can I do for you?"

"Uhm..." The little boy looked at the ground, feeling shy.

"Tristan? What is it?"

"Uhm... Can you help me?" He asked her, now looking at her with puppy eyes.

"Tristan, is this about your assignment? Of course, I can." Tristan shook his head.

"Can you bring me to this address." He slid a paper on her desk, revealing an address. The short haired lady's eyes widened when she saw the address and already knew whose address it was. She shook her head continuously at the little boy.

"No, Tristan. I can't bring you there."

"But, Tita..."

"Your mom will kill me if I take you there. How did you get this address anyway?"

"It doesn't matter. Can you please take me there? Please? I just want to see him." The boy pleaded with his puppy eyes. She sighed.

She knew how much he wanted to see him despite of what happened. She promised his mother that she'd never bring him up in conversations or anything related to him. But she guessed now was the right time since Tristan is growing up.

"Fine. I'll take you to him."

"YESSSS! Thank you so much, Tita! You're the best!" Tristan could not contain his excitement and hugged his teacher/godmother.

"Naku, nambola ka pa. I'll take you there in one condition." The little boy pulled away from the hug, giving her a questioning look.

"You have to finish your assignment first."

"Easy! I'll do it now." He took one of the seats and started taking out all of his assignments.

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"I hope everyone is still with me." I said to the audience, trying to get their attention. "I'll get to the best part, I promise. Okay, so where was I? Oh, as promised, I finished all of my assignment because I was a good student and my Tita Ninang drove me to that address."

The little boy stood outside the door, a little nervous now. He was so excited on the way but now his excitement was mixed with anxiety and hesitation. He had been waiting for this to finally come and now that he was there standing outside the door, there was no turning back now. He knew he'd get in trouble but he'd deal with his mom later.

Tristan began to knock on the door. When there was no response, he knocked a couple more times until he heard a voice, "Sandali, eto na!"

The door finally opened and to his surprise, the man behind the door was wearing a very short cycling shorts, a plain white T-shirt, and full face makeup on.

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I heard a couple of people laughed at the back. "I know, right? Wasn't expecting that either. His shorts were too short! Like it was until here!" I moved my hand to my thigh, showing them how short it was. "He's a pretty man." I said and heard chuckles from the audience.