The Black Prince Stole My Bra

Chapter 21: Father

Chapter 21 |

Father

I walked down the halls. The note clutching my hand. Bumulong bulong ako ng kung ano ano habang naglalakad patungo sa boy's locker room. The faster I get there and deliver the stupid letter, the faster I can get out of there. Yes, yung Professor ko sa History ay inutusan ako pagkatapos ng subject niya or pagka dismiss niya samin. Kailangan ko raw ibigay ang love letter niya kay Ms. Narzabal. Ang hindi ko alam ay bakit nasa loob ng boy's locker room ang kanyang office.

And of course, it was a walking death trap given most of the basketball team as fourth period P.E. Kapag yata nakasama kana mismo sa team na iyon ay automatically matra-transfer kana doon.

Pero may naalala ako. Both Colleen, Radleigh, Yeshua and I have fourth period, P.E. Umiinit na ang pisngi ko kapag iniisip na topless sila at may tuwalya lang na nakatapis sa pang ibaba nila ay grrr!

Umiling ako para iwasan ang pag iisip. I looked at the crumpled note under my fist. Whoops, I should probably press it down, making it straight and neat. I did so, flattening the paper under my palms. Pero hindi ito tumatalab sa papel, dahil kita ko parin ang pagkakayupi nito. Maybe I should open the note, and try again. Maybe it would work this time.

Eagerly, I opened the note. Pinasadahan ng mata ko ang papel, reading the love letter from Sir. Paguapo to Ms. Narzabal. I began to read the letter, my scanning down the page.

"Dear, Love..." I read out aloud to myself, "Mahal kita...alam kong mahal mo rin ako. Magkita tayo sa palagi nating pinupuntahan...I'm desperate—" Hindi ko na tinapos ang pagbabasa.

Bumuntong hininga ako in disappointment. Sir. Paguapo could write better than this. And even if he can't, he should be at least be more creative. Pwede kong ulitin ang love letter at gawin ko para sa kanya. Pero nakakatamad saka hindi dapat ako nangingielam sa ganitong bagay. I did what I promised to myself and straightened out the letter before stuffing it in my back pocket.

Hindi rin nagtagal ay nakarating ako sa boy's locker room. Masasabi mo agad na panlalaki ito dahil sa kulay ng navy blue na pinto at may sticker na guy figure. Kumpara sa locker room namin na kulay pastel pink at may sticker sa pinto na babaeng figure. It was almost the end of fourth period, so I doubt everyone would be in the P.E. area, including Ms. Narzabal.

Because of this stupid letter ay hindi ako makakapasok sa subject ni Ms. Narzabal! Kailangang iexcuse ako ng babaeng yon dahil sa kalandian nila geez.

I looked back at the locker room door and took a deep breath. I looked around the halls, making sure there were no hall monitors to catch me. Then I grabbed the lever handle of the door and opened the door widely. Instantly, I was almost knocked over by the smell of Axe. Holding my breath, I stepped into enemy territory.

Dahan dahan kong isinara ang pinto, the last fresh air was gone left with only the stringer smell of both Axe and cologne. The room felt damp from both the showers and sweat. Ang kalat ng loob nito, nagkalat ang mga deodorant bottles, empty bags of chips, smelly gym socks, and dirty clothes. There was a random pair of boxers hanging on one of the lockers, agad kong iniwas ang tingin ko doon.

Sinilip ko ang bawat row ng lockers, then the next. Not a single guy in sight. But now I think of it, wala akong narinig na perverted joke, a curse of a forgotten test, or a vague girl's description. Ibig sabihin non ay lahat ay nasa labas na or nasa P.E period na or ang iba naman ay nag shoshower?

Tumigil ako at nakinig, and there it was, the sound of water running nearby in the showers. This is my chance to quickly leave this stupid letter ang get out of here.

Crouching to the floor, I began to slowly walk towards the front counter of the boy's locker room which was all the way at the other side of the room. The front counter was connected to Ms. Narzabal's office. I was very close to the counter. Out of boredom, nagsimula akong mahinang kumanta ng Pink Panther theme song. Plus, I did feel a bit like a secret agent, a ninja even.