Have You Seen This Girl

Chapter 65 Scratch that

Chapter 65

"What?" naguguluhang tanong ni Cyrus. Kunot ang kaniyang noo at tila ba sobrang nalalabuan siya sa mga nangyayari. Who wouldn't, anyway? I slapped him for no reason. I mean, for a reason that he has nothing to do about. It was my entire fault. But, how? How am I going to explain my side? I don't even want to talk about it.

Gusto ko ng maiyak dahil sa sobrang frustration.

"Uh . . . wala. Just . . . get away from me!" I pushed him hard.

"Aray!" sigaw niya. "Ang hilig mong manakit. Anong problema mo?" reklamo niya nang makabangon na siya mula sa pagtulak ko.

I felt guilty about what happened. He's suffering because of this stupid feeling I have for him. And I can't do anything about it. I want to be cured . . . but it's a little too late now.

"Sorry na. Napalakas lang ang tulak ko sa'yo. Arte mo naman," I awkwardly told him. I feel like a stupid potato right now. And what's with laughing nervously, Jillian? Seriously?

"Sweet alarm clock, by the way," he sarcastically said while massaging his spine. There's this twinge of pain and fear in my heart. I'm no longer sane. I've lost my cool. I'm not who I'm supposed to be when I'm with him. It's like I'm someone else. Someone smitten to death. And this is scary. Hindi ko alam kung saan pa ako dadalhin ng nararamdaman ko na 'to. Alam ko naman kasing walang patutunguhan. Gusto kong pigilan, pero paano? Lunod na lunod na ako.

"Sorry na," nahihiyang usal ko. Lumapit ako sa kaniya at hinawakan ko ang kaniyang likod. "Patawarin mo na ako. Huwag ka ng magtanim ng galit sa'kin, please?" I looked at him and smiled ludicrously. Our eyes met each other. Unti-unting nawala ang ngiti ko. All that was magnified since that moment were these crazy, loud heartbeats on my chest.

Napalunok ako nang dahil doon.

Lumalim ang tingin niya sa'kin. "Ang sarap ng tulog ko tapos sinampal mo lang ako. Sama talaga ng ugali." He sighed and sat down.

I rolled my eyes. Kung maka-arte naman siya! "Sorry nga, 'di ba? May lamok nga kasi. Ano . . . baka ubusin nila 'yung dugo mo. What if magka-dengue ka? Tapos . . . ano . . . mao-ospital ka. Tapos . . . ano . . . baka mamatay ka," I said, stuttering like heck. What's with all my fillers? Hindi naman ako ganito magsalita. Suddenly, I've lost my confidence. At kailan pa ako nagkaroon ng speaking deficiency? Nakakahiya!

"Huh?" nakakunot-noong tanong niya. Tila ba naguguluhan na siya nang husto sa mga pinagsasabi ko.

On my end, I couldn't defend my harebrained actions. That's why I resorted into doing the thing I do best, escaping. "Wala. Sabi ko, umuwi na tayo at pa-gabi na," I said, biting my lower lip.

He ignored my words. And instead of standing up, he yawned and slowly put his arm around my shoulder. I was frozen. I couldn't move. Tila ba napako ang mga paa ko at hindi ko ma-proseso ang lahat ng nangyayari. I know he's doing this to annoy me. I want to retaliate, but I just couldn't.

My heart no longer knows about logic. It just keeps on pounding against my ribs, like it's its main function. "Ano ba namang kamay 'yan. Ang haba!" was all I could comment about. I didn't even try to remove his hand. What's wrong with me? Ayaw ko ng hinahawakan, but this time, I didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt right.

Nagulat na lamang ako nang bigla niya akong harapin. Ngumiti pa ang loko! Dahilan para mas mahirapan ako. "Salamat at nakatulog talaga ako nang mahimbing. Minus na lang 'yung pagsampal mo. Next time ulit." He wiggled his eyebrow.

I gritted my teeth and poked his forehead. "Anong next time ka diyan? No more, Kuya! Ang sakit kaya sa balikat. Bigat, bigat mo kaya," reklamo ko.