Spark Of Love (On-Hold)

Chapter 45: Humiliated

WINTER'S POINT OF VIEW

"The sky is as beautiful as you," Louiegie whispered to me as he looked at the sky.

I glared at him. "Shut up, Louiegie," I rolled my eyes.

"But I'm not really lying, Bad Girl," he chuckled. Yeah, he's back on calling me Bad Girl. We're on our private plane right now, traveling to Camarines Norte.

I looked at Ryu and Lauren who's busy laughing with each other. Aerin is also here, sleeping.

While Flinn and Rye are just both quiet. Flinn is slowly moving on from Tita Fiona's death after she knew that the killer of Tita, Richard Salazar, had been caught and is now detained at the jail. But when she knew that her true Dad, Anthony Kingston, was the man who last talked to Richard, she started hating him. I can't blame her, though.

I didn't still forget the day that he had been caught because something doesn't seem right. RS? AK? JS? Remember those words? Well, that's just the words that are bothering me. I told Louiegie about it, and just like me, he also has no idea about it.

"I will miss being Aristotle." I was stunned by what Louiegie said.

A-Aristotle? Suddenly, the day that he invited me to review entered my mind. Oh, sh*t! I totally forgot about that day. I told to myself to watch Louiegie, but argh!

"Hey, are you okay, Bad Girl? I heard you said something like 'argh'. Is there something wrong?"

I looked at him. "Just make sure that you are not Aristotle because starting from now, I will really watch you." I smiled as I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm just bored, so it came out from my mouth."

"You're bored?" he asked and I nodded. "I will ask you questions and you will answer it. Game?" I just sighed and nodded again. I hope, these questions can help me know whether Louiegie's Aristotle or not.

"Ask me now, Louiegie."

He smiled. "What is the English of 'mahal kita'?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned and it was too late to realize what I just said. I started hitting his arm and he just chuckled! Argh! "Stop it, Bad Girl. Here's another question. If you stood in front of a mirror and help up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world. Why?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know."

"Can you just please think? But anyway, here's the answer," he cleared his throat. "Because you are one of the most beautiful things in the world, you are the twelfth."

I winced in disgust. "That's not questions, Louiegie. That's punchlines."

"Whatever you like to call it. Here's another one. Can I borrow a quarter?"

"You have one, but why?"

"I wanna call my Mom and tell her I just met the girl of my dreams," he smirked.

"I'll just sleep. You talk to yourself and tell your questionsㅡ I meanㅡ your punchlines," I said before I turned my back to him. I'm wrong when I said that his questions can help me. Argh! His questions are annoying and so as he.

I just watched the clouds and didn't sleep. "Bad Girl, we're here," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes before I looked at him. "I know that we're here."

"I thought you slept, so I said it to wake you up."

"But I didn't sleep. Tell me, how can I sleep if I'm beside an asshole?" I raised my brow.