Behind Those Lies (Lacrosse Villavista Series #3)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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"Smiling from ear to ear. That's new. Why are you smiling?" Ate Somerca asked me as I entered the resort.

My smile immediately turned into a straight one - a pokerface. Knowing that she knows about Limwell, oh no, she only knows about his name 'Limwell' not our story. I don't have to worry.

"It's my first day of class..." I lied but also that's the truth.

I don't understand Limwell a while ago. He looks like a jealous boyfriend. He looks scary as I looked into his eyes. Hindi ko maintindihan ko ang sarili ko kung bakit ko sinabi kay Leondale na boyfriend ko si Limwell kahit walang kasiguraduhan.

"Wow." amusement flashed on her face. "Where do you study then?" she added.

"MEPSC," I simply answered. "Why?"

She raised her eyebrows on me. "Hmm... okay." she gave me a smirk and left me alone.

I took a deep breath and sluggishly shook my head. I started to walk through the dine at table. I hardly closed my eyes. I heard footsteps but my eyes were still closed.

"Yries." he called me.

He sat down beside me. Nakarinig din ako ng basong pinatong sa mesa. Hindi ko pa rin binubuksan ang mga mata ko. I'm still glad that Ate Somerca doesn't know about this. I'm pretty sure she will tell Macalia and Estacio about my current relationship.

I never had a boyfriend nor a crush except for Limwell. Boys are crazy over me before. They keep on giving me a bouquet of flowers, imported chocolates and teddy bears.

But I don't care... my full attention was on Limwell only that time. Siya lang ang nakikita ko kaya wala na akong pakialam kung may masaktan ako.

"What do you want, asshole?" I asked, seriously.

I heard him laugh, "Oh. It hurts! You just called me an asshole. What did I do?"

Acting like an innocent cousin, huh? I don't want to admit his fault! Because of him, nalaman ni Limwell kung nasaan ako at ano ang ginagawa ko.

"Talk to my middle finger, Aristotle."

He laughed again. I opened my eyes and gave him a death glare. He gave me mockingly smirk. He even crossed his arms in front of me and raised his eyebrows up and down.

"How's your day with Leondale Mendrez?"

As far as I know, hindi naging matagal ang pagsasama at paguusap namin ni Leondale. He just talked to me about my class and served me food. That's all.

What does Aristotle try to imply? Is he trying to irritate me?

"Stop acting like innocent. Kung hindi mo sinabi kay Limwell na nasa MEPSC ako edi sana hindi kami nag away."

Humagalpak na naman ito ng tawa, "Seriously, Yries?" He paused, "If you really love him hindi mo siya pagtataguan ng sikreto."

"You don't understand. He wants to transfer me to another company. Of course, I don't want that. Malaki ang MEPSC pagdating sa arts. I don't want to lose that opportunity."

"He's possessive..."

I remember his facial expression. He looked mad but afterwards, it faded immediately. He couldn't do anything. This is my passion, this is what I want for myself. I love painting, in my mood or not. Still, I can paint anything.

Dati, hindi pa noon ako mahusay sa pagpinta. As time goes by, when we had a project in Contemporary Arts back when I was in high school. I started to paint an hour of glass.