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Chapter 17: Bad Boy Next Door

Bad Boy Next Door

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doin' it right. Lord save my drug is my baby I'd be using for the rest of my life..." Pakanta-kanta pa ako habang nagdidilig ng halaman.

I woke up really early this morning and I thought of watering my withering plants first before preparing for school in hoping of saving them from death.

"Babies, do not give up on me just yet, okay? Momma's very sorry for not watering you." Sambit ko na kinaka-usap ang mga halaman kong malapit nang mamatay.

It's summer kaya hindi masyadong maulan at ilang linggo ko nang napabayaan ang mga tanim ko kaya naman hindi nakakapagtakang malapit nang malanta ang mga ito.

"I'm willing to be their daddy."

"Oh shit-" Napamura ako sa gulat nang marinig ko ang boses ni Jaxxon sa hindi kalayuan.

I searched where his voice was coming from and frowned when I found him sitting in the front porch of the house across mine.

"Anong ginagawa mo diyan? You're trespassing at another house now? Seriously, Jaxxon this is disturbing." Umiiling na sambit ko dito habang prente lang itong naka-upo.

"How can you call it trespassing when I own this house?" Sagot nito.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at his lie. "I'm pretty sure Mr. Osama owns that house."

I'm referring to my old neighbor for two years now. Mr. Osama is in his seventies and is living alone. Lagi ko itong nakikita sa umaga na nagdidilig ng mga halaman niya.

"I own it since yesterday. Osama sold it."

"No freaking way." Sambit ko. Jaxxon Sparrow can't be my neighbor. Kaya pala kahapon ay lagi ito sa loob ng bahay ko at pasulpot-sulpot lang. It was because he's living across mine.

"Why not? You don't want us to live together kaya bumili nalang ako ng bahay malapit sayo."

"You didn't do anything to Mr. Osama, did you?" I asked with an accusing eyes. Hindi nnaman niya ako masisisi kung mag-isip ako ng masama. Baka tinakot niya si Mr. Osama kaya napilitan itong ibigay ang bahay niya kay Jaxxon or worse, baka nakatali ito sa loob ng bahay niya at... at...

"Ganon' na ba ako kasama sa paningin mo?" Tanong nito na matamang nakatingin sa akin na tila ba nabasa ang iniisip ko.

I gulped and avoided eye contact. I don't know what's with Jaxxon but everytime his eyes focused on me, I get so self conscious.

So he bought Mr. Osama's house para lang magkalapit kami? He must be really crazy. Good luck nalang sakin sa pag-iwas ko sa kanya ngayong magkapit-bahay na kami.

"Kumain ka na ba?"

Napahiyaw ako ng bigla kong marinig ang boses nito mula sa likuran ko. Paglingon ko, nasa likod ko na pala ito at sa sobrang gulat ay naitutok ko dito ang hose na hawak ko. Is he some mind of a ghost? Hindi ko man lang siya narinig, paglingon ko nasa likod ko na siya.

So the ending, basang-basa ngayon si Jaxxon ngunit prente lang itong nakatayo sa harap ko habang nababasa ito ng hose na hawak ko.

"Fuck!" Mura kong muli.

"Mind putting down that fucking hose?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm really sorry. Fuck." Pinatay ko ang hose at nilapitan ito. Basang basa na ang damit at buhok nito.

I started wiping at his wet shirt, although I'm very sure that won't help at all. I'm just so nervous right now, I have no idea what to do. He just stood there with his arms crossed against his chest watching me. I tried pulling up his shirt, removing it so I can put it in the drier.