The Coño Boy 1 & 2: Love What You Will

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Paper Crowns and the Clowns that Wear Them

Tuesday morning.

P.E. Class.

Swimming.

This is the first time since the first day of classes na I had to make my way Swimming P.E. alone. There's no SUV waiting for me at the gate of my aunt's town house when I went outside today. I've gotten used to having to come to P.E. class with Joaquin every Tuesday and Thursday that parang it feels strange to be walking into the pool area all by myself. But aaminin ko naman na it was my choice.

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Last Night:

Phone vibrates.

Text message.

Joaquin:
Dude, sorry na. Whatever it is na you think kasalanan ko, I'll just admit to it. Just talk to me.

Phone vibrates.

Text message.

Joaquin:
I didn't get to see you at all today. I know you're avoiding me like the plague. You don't know how I wanted so much to make abang outside your classroom just to catch you.

Phone vibrates.

Joaquin is calling.

I don't take the call.

Text message.

Joaquin:
Please, Sean. Let's talk.

Typing reply.

Me:
I'm not angry.
I don't even know if I'm angry at all.
I just don't want to deal with it right now. Maybe a few days not seeing each other would do us some good.

Sending reply.

Reply sent.

He deserves at least a reply, right?

*Arghhh, I don't know!*
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So yeah. I don't think I have any right to miss him at all since ginusto ko rin naman to just have a few days off from each other with my text message last night pero not naman sana to the point na he's not going to attend class today. Didn't some moron on Facebook say something like "school is importantER"?

*Ang gulo ko rin minsan, ano? I told him I don't wanna see him pero seeing him in P.E. Class would be inevitable kaya I assume na in avoiding me, he's cut the class.*

I'm Sitting here at the side of the pool while watching the guys take turns in the water as per Coach Bok's instructions. I have to admit that it feels kind of weird not seeing Joaquin seated near me. It wasn't long ago when I had to memorize the script for the play and halos hindi ko na magawa yung duty ko as a class beadle so he would sit beside me to take over. Buti na lang hindi nakakahalata si Coach Bok at the time.

*Also, ngayon ko lang na-realize, why isn't this class co-ed? I mean, bakit puro guys lang ang naka-enroll sa swimming class? May pinapa-hiwatig ba ang mga Gay Bathalas over the rainbow? Even the FAST varsity swimmers that train here are just guys. Maybe this class was meant for me?*

Tom: Ang layo na siguro ng nararating ng isip mo.

I turn my head to the left to see where that voice is coming from. It's Tom pala, the sophomore varsity swimmer from FAST.

Me: Hey! Pardon me uh, what was that again?

Tom: Sabi ko, ang layo na siguro ng nararating ng isip mo.