Anya
That jerk! That stupid jerk! Who is he anyway? Why is he so arrogant? After he boldy kissed me yesterday he walked ahead of me just like nothing happened! I am just seething mad right now. Just don't let me see you around or else....I feel quite humiliated. I was quite stunned, actually and he caught it. Grrrrrrrr! I stayed inside my room and just went down to eat my meals and went up again. I am really trying to avoid him. I couldn't face him. Not after what happen last night.
"Anya, hija?" I heard Manang Lydia called at me from the door. I get up from my bed and went to open the door. "Hija, could you please go to the other house," she pointed at the direction of the big house. "I really can't go right now because i'm making jam and can't possibly leave it."She hastily said. "Why manang? What happened?" I asked her. "It's Samuel," well that's probably his full name, that jerk! "He called and said he needs help, i think hija he's sick. I prepared some broth here. Okay?" I could only nod.
I went to the big house, dragging my feet. So what if he's sick? Can't anybody look after him? Why is he bothering us? Urgh! I'm so evil! Forgive me Lord! I went and knock at the back door where it opens at the beach. I peered at the glass door. When i heard no response. I slowly turned the door knob. "Hello? Sam?" I called out. Looking around the living room, on tiptoe, i suddenly remembered that the son of the owner is staying here. Uh-oh better go out now, might get caught and accuse me of being a burglar! I pivoted and started for the door when i noticed something moved on the carpeted floor. I slowly looked behind the center table and found a man lying face down on the carpet. I looked closer and almost died of fright when his head moved. "Sam! What are you doing here?!" I said not knowing if he could hear me or not. "Hey!" I said in above a whisper and leaned down at him. He didn't move. Oh my gosh! Please Lord don't let him be dead! Please!!! "I'm not dead..."He said weakly. I must have spoken my thoughts aloud. Looking around, there must be no one else in the house with him. I couldn't hear or feel anyone moving about. "Sam..hey Sam, wake up. Where's your room?" I asked, not really knowing if he'll reply or not. I tried pulling him up. He half-opened his eyes and moaned. Gosh! He's so warm! I pulled him up and settled him to a couch. I went to find the kitchen and searched frantically for a towel. I found a few stacked on one of the cupboards. I put water and a few ice cubes on a bowl and soaked the towel in it. I began to take off his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Ohhhhhhhh God, i just had a private view of his six packs! W-O-W! He must have really worked out. I need to sponge-bath him, but i'm quite afraid to touch him. I slowly patted him with the wet towel, starting from his face, neck and down. Oh my gosh... I patted him with the wet towel and my head turned away.
Sam
I woke up like i had the biggest hung-over. My eyes hurt when i tried to open it. I shut them again and waited a few minutes. Wait...why is everything so bright? I slowly opened my eyes again and trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming from the window. Why are the curtains pulled on the sides? Just then i realized someone's with me. Anya? She's sleeping peacefully on the floor with her head on a throw pillow, just right below the couch i was lying on. Wait...how did i get here? I remembered losing consciousness somewhere and not on the couch. I sat up. Was it yesterday? or the other day? I noticed that i'm wearing a different set of clothes now. Realization hit me... Double damn! Did she? Or did she get help from Manang Lydia? Ugh! My head still hurts a bit. But i was able to stand up. I went to the kitchen and began making a breakfast or is it lunch? Whatever!
I placed a couple of toast, scrambled eggs, butter and sausages at the table in the living room. Anya is still sound asleep, hmm how long did she took care of me? "That smells good." She said her eyes still closed, as she stirred. She started to get up and yawned, while rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She acts just like a small child. "C'mon let's eat. I'm practically starving." I said and gave her a piece of toast. We started to eat quietly. The silence is deafening. "So why are you here?" I asked, breaking the silence. She looked and stared hard at me. "Manang Lydia sent me instead." She simply replied. "Oh." I just said. "So you undress and dress me by yourseld?" I slowly asked, suddenly feeling nervous. "I.. ah...did." She said averting her eyes. "Did you liked what you saw?" I asked smiling at her tentatively. "Ha?! What do you...?! I didn't see anything!" She said abruptly standing up and looking flushed. She started to leave. I caught her wrist and she tried to pull it off from my grasp. "Hey calm down." I told her and pulled on her harder, but she tried to pull so hard that she tumble and fell on my lap. We stared at each other not managing to say anything at all. It seems like forever, just staring at each other like that. She recovered first and started to stand up again. But i held her, "Thank you for taking care of me." I said. "Uh-ah no problem. If it wasn't for me you won't get sick." She said trying to avoid my eyes. "It's the least i could do." She replied. "I better go, your boss might arrive. Wait...where is he anyway? I haven't seen him since i was here. By the way, i got those clothes from one of the rooms upstairs, i don't know if its yours or your boss' coz you had the same build. I hope he'll understand." She hastily stood up and started to arrange the pillows and then started to gather the plates. Huh? What is she talking about? "What are you saying?" I asked, totally confused. "I really have to go." She said and throw me an apologetic look. She practically dashed out the door before i can stop her.
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Teen FictionAnya Gomez just turned eighteen. Her parents wanted her to start being independent by sending her off to the province on her own. So this is where Sam Dela Merced came in the picture. At first she hates everything about him. She thought him arrogant...