Hi Irish ;)
How dare he use a wink on me. But because he only wants to be a part of my close circle of friends, let's let this one slide.
Hi, Cyril. Please just call me Ish.
I sheepishly replied. I wasn't really waiting for his texts so I just put my phone back on top of my table and continued reviewing. Last semester I was lucky enough to be a CS (College Scholar) and that motivated me to study harder this sem. We only have atmost two months and a half left before the school year's over and so exams and papers are starting to pile up as early as now.
Too-toot. Too-toot.
Whoa, it's our first exchange of msgs and you're already allowing me to call you by a nickname. :)
Wait. What's he implying? I can be a little too sensitive about these things but maybe he doesn't mean anything.
Just because I'm not comfy with people calling me Irish but it's up to you
I replied without putting any punctuations. I hope he gets the impression that I'm not eager to text him. But if I'm not really eager to exchange messages with him, why did I give him my number in the first place, you ask? Because my roommates persuaded me to give him my number and because he's been making quite an effort to be friends with me and the rest of the R. 30 girls, I gave in. It's just a friendly encounter anyway.
I'll just call you Rish. I bet I'm the only person calling you that, eh? ;) Btw, please extend my thanks to Isabel for the help. I could totally use a wingman in the future ;)
What wingman is he talking about? Why can't he just text Isabel? They're close anyway. Why make me pass the message? Because I was reviewing and wouldn't want to be disturbed by now, I didn't reply anymore. I'm sure he's not waiting for my texts anyway.
A few more days passed and we texted each other some more. He was always the first to text me first and sometimes, if I don't know what to reply to his messages, I opt for the option to not reply at all. He continually greeted me everytime he sees me but what makes me happy is when David started greeting me, as well! OMG my heart can't manage such feels.
"Hi baby!" Zarah, my dormmate who I am so closed with I decided calling her mommy, approached me with open arms, as if welcoming a hug. I welcomed her with the hug she expected of me and both sat down at the tv area on the second floor.
"Uyyyy." She started teasing me out of nowhere.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I heard something about you. Ehemm. There's something you're not telling me." She crossed her arms.
"What? Is there something you need to know that I forgot to tell you?" I asked. Again, confused.
"what is this thing I'm hearing about you and Cyril texting? Eeeeh OMG I'm so kilig for you." I was shocked. I never knew it was a big thing to text a person from the opposite sex nowadays. Sorry guys, I haven't been updated about this new social ideology.
"Oh mommy. Just because we're texting each other doesn't mean there's something fishy about it. We're just friends. Heck are we even friends? I don't even consider him a friend yet!" Yes, hes' not even my friend! I don't consider somebody who I've been exchanging messages with, a friend unless we have really talked for hours or a couple of times in person.
"Eyyyy. Why are you like that? Cyril told me something though" She winked. Oh my gosh. How can I convince her that there's nothing fishy between Cy and me.
