Rebounding with The Bad Boy

Prelude

"Do you really want to smoke your lungs to death?" 

Napangisi ako nang marinig ang naiinis na boses ni Dwight . I lit up another cigarette.

"You're not my bitch Dwight." I puffed a smoke. "Stop acting like you are."

Kitang kita ko sa mata niya ang pagpipigil na sapakin ako. 

'Go on' I thought to myself.  Punch me, the hell would I care? 

I've had enough pain to last for a lifetime anyways.

"Stop shitting your life Anderson!" Kinuha niya ang bote ng Blue Label na nakapatong sa bar counter.

'Basag trip. Tss'

"Wanna pour yourself a drink?" Sarkastikong wika ko bago ko pabagsak na nilapag yung shot glass. Nakakawalang gana.

Inilabas ko ang wallet ko at iniwan sa counter yung charge at tip para sa bartender. Tss, kanina ko pa nakikitang patingin-tingin sa akin yung mga babae sa isang table.

I don't really care though.

The only girl I've cared for didn't choose me. What is there to lose?

Nakaramdam na naman ako ng drive manapak ng kahit ano. I should be here at the bar; having a good drink, flirting with beautiful ladies, smoking with my friends. Yet, here I am, sulking over a girl who didn't give a damn about me. 

Naglakad na ako paalis ng bar. 

"What makes you think na by running away from her, by drinking and smoking, and shit basically killing yourself na babalik siya sa'yo? For God's sake Ian! Fucking wake up."  Truth be told, ngayon ko lang narinig ang ganyang kaseryosong at kadesperadong si Dwight. 

Still, I don't give a damn.

I think I've lost my heart the moment I lost her to someone else.

And her I mean, the girl with the furrowed eyebrows directly looking at me from the other side of the street. God, she was so angry, yet so breathtakingly beautiful that I've had to draw a deep breath before I avoided her gaze.

Ironic how the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the gun.