Her and Her Unofficial Love Affairs

CHAPTER 18

"So, past is past let's not discuss?" Tom suddenly teased upon getting in the front seat.

"What's past and what's to discuss?" I eyed him with daggers!

"Well, that," he answered hesitantly.

"That, what?!" I demanded him. I perfectly knew what he was referring to but I won't acknowledge it.

"That scene a while ago. A dashing man getting out from his red sedan, a gorgeous gal tailing from behind. And you, you just didn't know how to react," he allegedly said this time without hesitations.

"Fuck, the hell making up stories!" I yelled at him in my disbelief of showcasing all the truth on my face!

"Oh, easy Madame. Don't say bad words. You've got a minor in tow," he said mockingly.

"Now you say that you're a minor. Trying to be an adult all night," I murmured.

"And you say that you're not a girl anymore. What? A "lady" or a "woman"? But acting like a brat," he got even with me.

Well, he was absolutely right! After three years of denying things, there I was confronted by the whole truth again. The very truth that he never did look my way and that he will never ever look my way! Why do I keep on being so affected by his presence? Even with his absence? Is this a disease of the mind? Thinking that I love someone although we were not together ever?

"Get out of my car," I ordered as I pulled over the corner.

"No," the boy refused.

"Get out," I reiterated.

"It's the wee hour of the morning. Your conscience will not be at peace once you get home if you leave me here hangin'," he concluded without the hypothesis, facts, and experimentation.

"Get out," I said for the third time.

"I'm not that much of a hassle. Why so mean?" he asked.

God, this boy is such a headache! Why am I even bothering myself with this stranger? He's the weirdest creature I had ever encountered!

"The heck! Is still there something called "respect" these days?!" I'm losing my patience now.

"Respect is only for the elderly. Bad for you, I don't consider you as an elder," he flirted for the third time that night.

"Don't you dare hit on me, young man!" I exclaimed.

"Now you're acknowledging me to be hitting on you," he further teased while getting out from my car.

"Now where are you going?" I asked.

"You said I get out. As you wished," he curtseyed.

"Fine, yes. But come back here. I'll take you to your car safe," I surrendered.

"No, bye. Thanks for the ride!" he declined.

"Oh, come on!" I opened my window to catch up with him.

"Car's here," he mouthed pointing to the direction of his car with a big grin on his face.

"I see," I whispered to myself realizing that the boy just got me fooled.

When I was little, my parents constantly warned me never to talk to strangers. So I tend to be snobbish to people I newly met. Much more, my mom always told me to choose my friends. So I never made the first moves to win a friend. But with my good-natured personality, I attracted real good friends. I am so lucky that by far, all of them are of good influence to me. All of them are righteous and all of them love me as I am.

But those friends were mostly girls and gays. I never initiated to be friendly with boys so I won't be misunderstood as flirty. Well, I do have some boy friends but my relationships with them are just limited to "hi", "hello", and "how are you?" Until came such a time that one "hello" from a boy had got me big time!

"Knock, knock," he suddenly got back knocking on my window.

"Who's there?" I played along with him.

"Tom," he continued.

"Tom, who?" I continued.

"Tom-belina," he said trying to pun a joke. "Hello, my name is Tom," he formally said with back straight extending his right hand for a shake.

I accepted it then I smiled.