Chapter 8

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#ILWTD CHAPTER 8

I woke up still feeling dizzy but I still manage to look where am I. The last thing I can remember is that I'm being hit by an object—ball. And the one who threw the ball to hit me is Hanah, Arah's sister and I knew she meant it. I look around, I bet I'm in the clinic. I touch my head when it suddenly ache. Then I remember, before I lost my consciousness, I saw Hanah walked away after she threw the ball to follow someone. And that someone is—Pzycho!

I immediately stood up not minding my headache to go out of this clinic, but before I could touch the curtain someone slide it and I saw the last person I want to see.

"Oh, you're awake?" He asked and smiled.

I can't help but to roll my eyes. Duh, do I look like I'm still sleeping? "I'm already standing so I guess it's enough for you to know that I'm awake."

He chuckled. "I thought, because you're hit, magiging mabait kana sa'kin. Pilosopo parin pala." Hindi ko nalang siya pinansin at akmang lalampas na pero humarang siya. "Wait, are you okay now? Two hours kang tulog, so I guess you're really hurt."

I frowned and look at the clock on the wall. It's already three in the afternoon, ganun talaga kalakas para makatulog ako ng dalawang oras?

I just nodded at him and said, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Look, nagka-bukol ka pa." He said. I touch where I've been hit at may bukol nga. I look at the mirror in my side, well, hindi naman masiyadong malaki, pero masakit talaga siya, pero okay lang, malayo sa bituka.

I nodded again at tuluyan na siyang nilagpasan. Pagkalabas ko ay naka-sunod parin siya sa'kin. I stopped and faced him. "Teka, wala ka bang balak lubayan ako?" I ask. I don't really know kung bakit pa siya nandito at kinaka-usap ako.

He smiled again. He look so happy and I wondered why he's always smiling even if I don't find some reason, maybe—ah! I don't care! "I'm waiting for something." I frowned again.

"So? Bakit, na sa'kin ba yung hinihintay mo dahil sunod ka ng sunod?" Nagsimula na ulit akong maglakad at naka-sunod parin siya sa'kin. At nakaka-inis 'yon. I don't know. Hindi ko lang talaga gustong may kasabay except for my friends, and in fact that I don't like him. I just have some gut that I shouldn't give some interest or attention to him.

"Actually, yes. It's your words." I frowned again. Ano bang pinagsasabi niya? "Ang bigat mo pala." Parinig niya. I glarde at him and he just chuckled. Tsk! So, he carried me? Napa-isip ako. My words. Ah... gratitude. Yeah, maybe gratitude ang hinihintay niya. But seriously? Hinintay niya talaga?

It's not that I don't have plan to thank him, pero aaminin ko, nakalimutan ko talaga. Pero, thank you narin sa kanya para sa pagpapa-alala.

"Thank you." I sincerely said.

But he shook his head and grin. "Hindi yan ang gusto 'kong sabihin or, I mean, gawin mo, pero, sige, you're welcome narin." I frowned. Sa sinabi niyang yun ay na-gets ko agad.

"So, you're up to something." I said. I can't believe that he helped me yet he want something in return. I almost believe that he's really a gentleman for carrying me to the clinic, but I guess, I was wrong. Tsk!

He let a naughty grin and bit his lower lip to prevent from smiling but he can't. "Yup!"

I exhaled. "What is it?" I seriously asked.

He clicked his fingers ang smile. "Since, you owe me something, at ang tatanggapin ko lang na pagmamasalamat mo ay pumayag ka na sumabay ako sayo tungkol sa project."

Just as I thought.

But in his dreams! "Ayoko. Bahala ka kung ayaw mo sa pagsabi ko ng Thank You, I don't care anymore."

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