CHAPTER 22:
Zev Dela Gracel's POV
Dash birthday party went out.. weird. It's because of Dillon! He's acting as if he doesn't have a girlfriend. I don't know if it is just me. But... he is really different that day.
Anyway...
Ngayon nasa school ako, kasama si Lyle. Naglalakad kami papuntang library. Kakatapos lang ng practice ng graduation day, eh half day lang kami, kaya tatambay muna kaming lib. Magpapalamig lang daw siya.
"Dude, sila Max?" tanong niya sakin habang ngumunguya ng bubble gum. Dumaan muna kami ng locker area.
"Si Max, sinundo ni Kuya. Si Jei at Ian, gumala. Sila Travis, Migz, Mon at Dillon.. may practice." sagot ko habang kinukuha na ang lahat ng libro sa locker ko. Dalawa na lang namang libro iyon, kaya isinilid ko na sa bagpack ko.
Humilig siya patagilid sa lockers para humarap sakin. "Practice? Basketball? For what?" sunod sunod na tanong niya habang nakakunot ang noo. Wala siyang suot na baseball cap ngayon, himala.
"I don't exactly know. Text mo." sabi ko at umakyat na ng stairs para makapuntang library. Sumunod lang naman siya sakin.
Iniwan namin ang mga bag namin sa baggage area at pumirma sa loggers book. Konti lang ang studyante sa library. Pumunta agad ako sa section ng Fiction para makahanap ng pwedeng mabasa.
Nakita ko si Drei na nandun din, naghahanap din siguro siya ng book. "Drei!" bati ko sa kanya at ngumiti. "Uy," bati niya pabalik. "Sino kasama mo?" tanong ni Drei sakin. "Ah, si Lyle. Nandiyan lang yan sa tabi tabi." sagot ko. Natawa naman siya.
"Oh!" excited na sabi ko ng nakita ko ang libro ni Jenny Han. "Bakit?" natutuwang tanong ni Drei sakin. "Ahhh, maganda 'to!" sabi ko habang nakangising pinapakita sa kanya ang libro. Natawa siya sa reaksyon ko.
Habang nag-uusap kami ay biglang sumulpot si Lyle at inakbayan kaming dalawa. Parang kabute 'to, pasulpot sulpot. "Hey!" masayang bati niya. "Bro!" Binati naman siya pabalik ni Drei. Nag-fist bump pa silang dalawa.
"Dude, can you sit over there? I left my phone eh." utos ni Lyle sabay turo sa pwesto malapit sa Filipiña Section. Nakapatong ang iphone niya doon sa lamesa. Stupid butthead, forever.
"Okayyy. Bye, Drei!" paalam ko kay Drei at sinunod na lang ang utos ni Lyle, dala ang fiction book at umupo doon sa mesang tinuro niya. Habang silang dalawa ni Drei ay mukhang may pinag-uusapan. Maybe, about their gig practice. I dunno.
Nag-vibrate ang iphone niya sa ibabaw ng lamesa. Inignore ko 'yon at nagpatuloy sa pagbabasa.
Nag-vibrate ulit. Isa pa ulit. At isa pa ulit. Ang dami niya namang ka-text.
Tiningnan ko si Lyle at Drei. Hindi na sila magka-akbay pero nag-uusap pa rin silang dalawa.
Nang nag-vibrate ulit ang iphone niya ay nainis na ako. Hindi ako makapag-concentrate sa binabasa ko. Bzzz nang bzzz ang iphone niya!
Kinuha ko iyon sa ibabaw ng mesa at binuksan. Alam ko ang password niya (Birthday ng Mom niya na nasa abroad) kaya mabilis ko lang ulit itong nabuksan.
1 message mula sa Mom niya.
2 messages mula sa isang unknown number. Nacurious ako kaya binuksan ko iyon.
From: 0906*******
Goodmorning :">
Hi, Lyle! ❤
Madami pa siyang previous messages mula sa unknown number nato, pero ni isa walang nireplayan si Lyle. Snob ang lolo niyo!! Haha.
At 3 messages mula kay Travis.
Tinext niya nga si Travis ah. Binuksan ko din yon. I know, Lyle wouldn't mind. He even let me read his messages for him out loud.
From: Travis
Oo, may game eh.
AA vs XUP
Punta ka dito. Quadrangle.
May game pala sila.
Pagtingin ko kay Lyle ay papunta na siya dito sa pwesto ko. Wala na si Drei. Oh san nagpunta ang isang iyon? Siguro ay busy.
"Pinapapunta ka ni Travis sa quadrangle." sabi ko sabay abot ng phone niya sa kanya. "Tara?" yaya niya.
If I'll go with Lyle, I'll see Dillon for sure. He is the captain of the basketball team after all.
"Okay." sagot ko.
I wouldn't deny it anymore.
I want to see him play.
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Dillon Farell's POV
We have a game tomorrow. So we're practicing really hard right now. I'm actually pissed off.
The scumbag is in here.. I mean Silver Alegre. But scumbag fitted him better. I couldn't do anything about it because he's still a varsity player. I can't just send him out of the team. I'm not the coach. I'm just their captain.
"Water break!" I shouted. And they proceed to their own places.
I yanked my jersey shirt off. And grab the towel that is hanging from my chair. While wiping my sweat, Yanna came to me. She's smiling widely at me and in her hands is a bottled water.
My forehead creases.
What is she doing here?!
And, why is she staring? It creeps me out.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, annoyed. She just keeps smiling.
"I bought you water." she said while grabbing the towel away from me. She wiped my sweat. And I yanked away.
I don't want her doing that to me. We're in public! And maybe, I just don't really like it.
I glanced around in case anyone had seen. I saw Silver staring. And I suddenly want to punch his face! What?! Is he jealous? The fuck.
But when I glance more around.. I saw Zev. At that moment everyone else didn't matter, only her. And I guess.. my face became white. I watched her reaction but her face was blank. Though, I know.. I know, I'd seen a trace of hurt in there.
It felt like I was cheating on her. I felt like I had just betrayed her. When in fact, it shouldn't felt like that. Why would I feel that?
"Babe!" Yanna called me. I was actually staring at Zev, but she looked away. And faced Silver.
No! You can't just looked away from me like that!
Yanna caught my attention. She's blabbing and I can't understand a thing. I grabbed my towel from her hands and wear my jersey shirt on.
Why would I think and feel that. If ever that's true, Zev isn't the one I had betrayed. It's Yanna, because she is my girlfriend. She's my girlfriend, but I'm thinking of Zev. I couldn't get her out of my head.
I'm mad at her because she looked away.
But, I still felt sorry for she had to seen that scene.
And I couldn't understand myself, but I really really want to hug her right now.
Is this cheating?
BINABASA MO ANG
Steal His Heart
Novela JuvenilThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely...