The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

t w e n t y - f i v e

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Hindi na ako nakipag-talo. Actually, kanina pa kami nag-aaway. Naglalakad lang kami sa mapunong lugar. Kasama pa ba ito sa University?

We halt on a place where there's a not-so-high and not-so-low wall.

"What are we going to do here? Going to have a picnic?" I ask sarcastically.

My mood has changed. I'm annoyed. It's a suicide to follow him, after all.

The place is full of dry leaves because of the trees everywhere.

"Escaping." He coolly replies.

"Uh, you call that escaping by climbing up to that wall?"

"Yeah. If you don't want to, I'll leave you here. Bahala kang bumalik sa room ng mag-isa." See? How can we not argue about this?

What an arrogant guy. He leaves me no choice. I don't want to spend my time at school, so I need to climb to that freaking wall. It is not my first time doing this, anyway. I have escaped for how many times.

I rule, I know.

"I'm wearing a skirt, Mister Cain." I say, trying to act like a spoiled brat. It is not the skirt, I just want to flip my Drama Queen side.

He only stares impassively to me.

Two-inches above the knee ang skirt namin, along with a pair of black up-to-knee high socks, which is paired with our white long sleeves polo and blazer.

"What now?" I ask in bratty manner while raising a brow.

"Tch." He whizzes irritably as he takes off his blazer. "Drape this on your hip." Ancy gruffly says, handing me the blazer.

I take it with a snicker to my face. "Well appreciated, Chance." I simper a gratitute.

"Tch. You and your sarcasm, you sly woman."

I shrug only. He noticed. "You climb first."

He never reply and in one swift move, he's now on top of the wall.

Well, impressive. Parang hindi man siya nagkasakit. "Just jump as high as you can." He instructs, reaching his hands out.

I know how to. But since I'm on my Drama Queen mode, I would like to act like a lame woman. Curse this.

I jump high, he catches my hands for support. Dahil medyo malakas ang force ng pagkatalon ko, na-out of balance kami.

And now, we are falling.

I forcefully close my eyes.

Wishing everything will be fine.

Then we both groan as we land on the ground.

I open my eyes and already meet Chance's gazes.

My nose is into his.

Our lips are just a centimeter apart.

My both hands are place on his chest, while his hands are wrapped around my waist.

"Are you okay?" I ask in low voice and stare stupefyingly at him.

"Yeah." He mutters, returning the stare.

As I meet his gazes, I'm completely captivated with his chiseled features.

Snap it! I tell myself while literally shaking my head.

"Sorry, Ancy." I excuse and compose myself. I grab his arm and pull his weight, guiding him to stand. "You're not that hurt, are you?"