The beginning of everything . . .-Her POV-
"Hi. I'm Ayessa Atienza. 16. Makati. Agustinian." I stood up and said that as an intro for our last subject this day.
Errr...
We were like doing this the whole day.
"Oh.. you are from CSA. Which campus?" Our Accounting 1 Prof asked
What's her name again?
*shrug*
"Yes Ma'am. Makati." I answered and was about to settle down when....
"Do you have a boyfriend?" a classmate of mine asked.
OKAY.
Napalingon tuloy ako to that direction.
There he is, staring.... creepily.
Geeez!
Is he mad or something?
At tsaka...
W-why is he asking me that?
For all I know, Professors lang ang may K magtanong. Duh?
And... of all the subjects, bakit ngayon lang sya nagtanong?
"So Miss Atienza... seems like Mr Lazaro is quite interested. Do you have a boyfriend?" Our Prof said, smiling.
Ugh... I guess, everyone is smiling too.
OKAY.
I'm getting conscious right now.
Ugh! I hate attention.
Feeling ko kasi any minute, magkakamali ako.
Errrr...
I fear that actually.
Kaya, I hate talking in front of people.
You know human nature right?
Tinignan ko si Best who's seated beside me on my right. Then and there, I saw her smiling widely too, like everyone else in this room.
Thanks for the moral support Best! THANK YOU.
TSS.
"Well... Yes, I have a boyfriend." Sagot ko and "Ooooh" sound filled the four corners of the room.
Murmurs, Chitchats ---- Kantyawan. Errr.. Ang ingay!
t-teka nga... Nakakagulat ba yun?
Whatever!
I then saw another classmate of ours pushing and playfully punching that guy Lazaro.
What's up with them?
Looking at him? Mukhang wala naman syang pakialam.
"Boom Panes!" that makulet guy beside Lazaro said.
I guess... magkakilala din sila just like Best and I.
Tanong lang...
Bakit Accountancy ang napili nilang course instead of Engineering?
Automatically, laughter filled the room.
Everybody laughed except me and that Lazaro guy.
BINABASA MO ANG
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