One Shot Stories

1. TURNING TABLES

❝Uy, Tia! Nandyan na 'yung crush mo!❞ pabulong na saad ni Sephiela habang nakadungaw sa corridor.

Ngayon kasi ay balak kong ibigay ang tula ko para kay Malcolm. Alam kong hindi ako magaling gumawa ng tula kasi hindi ko naman 'to hilig pero sana tanggapin at magustuhan niya.

❝Malapit na siya, Tia!❞ sigaw ni Yajaira saka ako tinulak mula sa pinagtataguan namin.

Agad akong tumayo ng tuwid nang makita kong papalapit na siya mula sa kinatatayuan ko ngunit diretso pa rin ang tingin niya sa daan.

❝Uh Mal...❞ wika ko ng makitang malapit na siya sa'kin at iminuwestra ang tula kong nasa colored paper na may kung anek anek.

Walang emosyong tumingin ito sa'kin, ❝What's that?❞ he asked.

❝Gumawa ako ng tula para sayo...❞ lumiit ang boses ko sa dulo dahil sa kahihiyan.

❝And? What do you want me to do about that thing?❞ he said with a serious look.

Yumuko at nangapa ng salita.

❝Uhm,❞

I got shocked when he lifted my chin up.

❝What's the poem you made for me all about?❞ he asked and stares at me intently.

I shifted my gaze on the field and saw some students out there watching us.

❝Hey, why can't you look at me?❞ he asked again.

I sighed and looked at him.

❝Why don't you try to read it?❞ I said and smile widely.

❝Okay.❞

I leaned on the wall beside me and watched him read every words of my poem.

❝You got my heart,
You got my world
You got my love.❞
Pagbanggit niya sa ilang salita mula sa tula.

❝I got?❞ he asked once more.

❝Yes,❞

I glanced at him. I shivered when I saw how cold his stare at me was.

He clenched his jaw then he slowly grabbed my waist, ❝Oh, baby. It seems like the tables have turned, you're not really my type, you didn't even passed on my standards, I'm three years older than you, but I can't explain this sht. I love you, baby.❞ he said and kissed me on my lips.