Paris
"Kailan ang next clubbing niyo?" tanong ko sa walang pag aalinlangan. Susubo na sana siya ng kanin ngunit bahagya siyang napatigil dahil doon. I saw his brows furrow. Bakas ang pagtataka sa kanyang mukha nang dahan-dahan niyang ilapag ang kutsara. And then in a second, a smirk appeared on his face.
"So, you're interested in my whereabouts now?" he asked.
I shrugged coolly. Kung alam niya lang, ilang beses ko 'tong pinraktis sa harapan ng salamin. "I just want to know."
Sinabi ko 'yon upang maibsan ang pagtataka niya kahit papaano but unfortunately, mukhang mas napukaw ko pa ang interes niya. Very attentive now, he put his plate to the side and rested his arms on the table like he always did. His eyes narrowed slowly, ngunit pansin ko ang ngiting nagtatago sa kanyang mga labi.
Shit. Nahuli niya ba ako? Napansin niya bang may hidden agenda ako?
"Since when are you interested in clubbing?"
I was starting to feel panic inside. I don't know. I had always been the type who didn't want someone to see right through me. But apparently, Ezzio seem to do that easily and was in fact, reading me like a book!
I straightened my back, trying to remain unfazed by his question.
"Pag nagtanong, interesado agad?" sarkastiko kong sagot. Nagkibit balikat siya.
"It's you we're talking about, Paris."
Sumimangot ako't do'n lang siya bumigay. He heaved a sigh.
"Fine. Mamaya."
Napakunot ang noo ko. His answer was very short I couldn't help but ask, "Mamaya? As in... mamayang gabi?"
His brow shot up. "Ganoon na nga."
I got confused all of a sudden. I've never went clubbing before pero sa nakikita ko sa mga palabas, usually, during Friday pumupunta ang mga bida, o 'di kaya'y weekends. Hindi ba ganoon in real life?
"But... it's a school night," I stated, unable to stop myself from voicing out my thoughts.
"Yeah. So?" nagkasalubong na rin ang kilay niya. Tila ba hindi niya makuha ang ipinapahiwatig ko.
"It's a school night," sabi ko ulit ng medyo may diin.
I mean, why would they go clubbing on a school night?
Bago pa ako makaisip ng sagot sa sarili kong tanong ay narinig ko na ang bahagyang pagtawa ni Ezzio. Lalo lang akong nalito. Anong nakakatawa sa sinabi ko?
I watched him rest his body against the backrest of the chair. His shoulders were shaking from laughing, and he was slightly covering his mouth with the back of his hand, habang tumatawa siya. Napansin ko ang itim na wristwatch sa palapulsuhan niya.
Even the people around us started turning their heads to our direction, hindi mawari kung bakit tumatawa ang kasama ko. We were in the cafeteria. Nakaupo sa bandang gilid para hindi masyadong pansin. But I guess Ezzio just couldn't help himself. The mere sound of his laugh could draw the attention of everyone, it's ridiculous.
"Damn," he said once he'd calmed down. "That's what bothers you?"
He fixed his eyes on me, amused. May bakas pa ng ngiti ang kanyang labi. I glared at him. Umayos naman siya ng upo.
"Paris," he leaned forward. "It doesn't matter."
Dahan-dahan ang pagkasabi niya no'n. It's like he's making sure I hear the words right. Hindi ko naman mapigilang umalma.
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Head Over Heels For Ezzio (Villaverde Series #1)
Dla nastolatków[COMPLETED] Paris Belle Villaverde, a known dean's lister in campus, accidentally screams out she likes Ezzio Martinez, the star player of the football team. From then on, things start to run out of control.
