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"Maghunusdili ka nga, Daze!" Shouted my friend who has an accent that is hard to place. She's not fond of speaking Tagalog and I'm not, either. But she uses it in serious situations, just like now.
"What? What's wrong with asking him to be my boyfriend?" I asked nonchalantly. She rolled her eyes at me and crossed her arms. I swear to God, she looks like Mom right now. This is exactly what Mom does when she's pissed off with me. She will wear a stern expression and cross her arms. She doesn't shout at me, because she loves me so much even though I'm bratty sometimes. Okay, maybe most of the time.
"We're talking about Ian Lexus Estillore here! THE Ian Lexus Estillore!" She huffed and I just raised one perfect eyebrow at her before dropping my reply. "Yeah. And I'm Daze Alessaina. THE Daze Alessaina."
"Oh, shut up Daze. You can't just barge inside and harass him to succumb to your will!" I gave her a smirk and her jaw dropped. "Don't tell me you really are gonna do that!"
I shrugged and turned my back on her. "Okay, I won't tell you." I started to open the car door and she stopped me.
"DAZE ALESSAINA MONTEVERDE ANO BANG MERON SA LALAKING YAN AT GUSTONG GUSTO MO?" She exploded and I just waved my hand dismissively as I stared at Ian's front gate.
"He's hot. I'm hot. He's cool and I know for sure that I am too. What's not to like about him, Tine?" I fought her stare and she palmed her face as a sign of defeat.
She raised both arms and shook her head. "Fine. Know what? Fine, Daze. It's your choice. I can't talk you out of this stupidity so I'll just let you. Bahala ka. Basta sinasabi ko lang sayo, mapapahiya ka sa gagawin mo."
"Kristine, you're a pessimist you know? Stop the negativity." I grinned before descending from the car and ringing Ian's doorbell. After a few seconds, a maid came into view. She opened the gate for me and gave me a smile which made me cringe.
Oh my goodness! Does she even brush her teeth? Like eew! I should really give her tons of toothpaste for christmas.
"Ano pong kailangan nila, Maam?" She politely asked and I impatiently frowned at her.
"I would like to talk to Ian Estillore. May I come in?" I tried to mix politeness in my voice but it just doesn't sound like me.
"Maam, ano po muna ang pangalan niyo at itatanong ko po muna kay Sir Ian kung pwede kayong papasukin." My eyes flared when she said that. This witch! She dares ask for my name? Why is that even necessary? Does she think that I'm gonna steal from Ian's house? From my future house?! Hell, I won't take such insult!
I pushed her out of my way and I entered the house without permission, she tried to stop me but I was strong enough to swat her away. I was about to take another step inside when a voice shouted.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?!" I turned only to see a frowning Adonis. A smile crept on my face and I beamed at him. "Hello, Ian. My name's Daze Monteve-"
"Who gave you permission to enter, huh?" Wow. Must say, he's masungit.
"Your maid with yellowish teeth tried to stop me. And she failed. And I came here to ask you one thing." I said simply and coolly. He sized me up and then raised an eyebrow. "And that thing being?"
"Will you be my boyfriend?" After saying that, he burst into laughter. I glared at him and only then did he realize that I was serious. He held his chest in utter amazement. "Ilang taon ka na, miss?"
"I'm seventeen." I answered proudly.
"And I'm turning twenty two. See the age gap? Di tayo bagay."
That made me furious. I threw my shoulder bag at his face and he grimaced. "Well sorry, but age doesn't matter to me, Ian. I didn't go all the way from my school to your house only to get rejected. No one rejects me."
His expression hardened. "You must be crazy." He commented and I raised my chin so he could see just how audacious I am. "It's just a yes or a yes, Ian Estillore. So, what's it gonna be?"
He studied me for a moment and smirked afterwards.
