Head Over Heels For Ezzio (Villaverde Series #1)

Chapter 7

Paris

"Not happening," I answered as soon as my brain processed the words he uttered.

Bahagyang tumaas ang kanyang kilay. "Why not?"

He was oozing with nonchalance. Tila ba wala lang sa kanya ang hindi pag pasok sa klase! I couldn't believe him. Tiningnan ko siya na parang hindi makapaniwala.

"Gusto mo talagang isa-isahin ko ang mga rason kung bakit hindi dapat tayo mag cutting? Okay!"I nodded to myself. Agad akong nagsalita. "Una sa lahat, masama 'yon."

Sa unang rason pa lang ay nakakuha na agad ako ng reaksyon mula sa kanya. He shook his head and snorted. It's like he didn't find my reason reasonable enough. What the hell is wrong with him?

I went on with my litany.

"Second, kailangan kong bumawi sa klase ni Prof Ledesma dahil sa nangyari last meeting."

At tama naman 'yon. I already had an automatic zero on our supposed quiz last time, at first time kong ma-zero sa isang quiz! Masakit sa loob 'yon kaya naman determinado akong makabawi!

Ezzio was crossing his arms, watching me with unmistakenly bored eyes. Parang hinihintay niya lang na matapos ako. Nevertheless, I continued. This time, hindi ko na mapigilang mag-rant.

 "Pangatlo, hindi ko gusto 'yang sina-suggest mo—"

"That wasn't a suggestion," he interrupted. Mas lalo lang akong nafrustrate.

"Kahit na! Ano ka ba? Nag-aaral ka kaya dapat lang na pumasok ka sa klase. Hindi porket sikat ka at star player ng football team ay pwede ka nang mag cut! Think about your parents! Oo, mayaman nga kayo pero 'wag mo namang abusuhin ang marangyang pamumuhay na ibinibigay nila sa'yo-"

"Have you had your lunch yet?"

He cut me off. I paused. Ni hindi pa ako tapos magsalita noon at gustong gusto ko talaga siyang sumbatan sa sunod-sunod na pagputol sa mga sasabihin ko. But then, his question made my mind blank and all I could do was shake my head slowly.

Oo nga, 'no? Hindi pa nga pala ako kumakain.

I hadn't even said a word yet when he suddenly grabbed me by the wrist and started walking, dragging me along with him. Doon ako natauhan.

"H-Hey!" angal ko, pilit na inaalis ang kamay niyang nakahawak sa palapulsuhan. "What do you think you're doing?"

Though walking alongside him, I still had a hard time keeping up with his pace. Ang lalaki pa rin talaga ng mga hakbang niya.

"Martinez!" angal ko. Agad siyang tumigil at liningon ulit ako, kagaya noong kanina. Kaya lang, medyo bakas na ang inip sa pagmumukha niya ngayon. It's as if he had enough of my whining.

"Paris, hindi ka pa nanananghalian," he said. "Heck, for all I know, you're probably starving. You shouldn't have come here in the first place."

He didn't give me time to speak. Basta'y ipinagpatuloy niya lang ang pag higit muli sa'kin. I wanted so bad to resist but I know it would be useless. His hold was tight and besides that, I don't think I could change his mind anymore. Something about him screamed finality.

Just a few minutes later and I found myself sitting opposite to Ezzio. May sementong mesa sa pagitan namin. We were under the shade of a tree. I was crossing my arms while watching him grab his first bite. I hated myself for feeling a bit of anticipation. Nakakainis dahil may parte sa akin na parang nag aabang sa magiging reaksyon niya.