Paris
I saw his back stiffen. Even that bit of reaction from him made me anxious. Parang gusto kong tumakbo palayo.
God, is it really too late to back down now?
He turned around and I forced myself to stand my ground. Hindi ako makapaniwalang nakakaramdam ako ng kaunting kaba.
The slight shock on his face was evident. But then, just like always, it vanished. And so did the somber atmosphere around the place.
"Well, look who's here," he quipped, wearing that annoying smirk on his face.
My anxiety disappeared fast. Ang tanging naramdaman ko na lang ay ang pagkakairita sa lecheng ngisi niya.
I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off.
"Akala ko ba 'don't talk to me again'?" he mocked playfully. "What brings you here, then?"
Ni hindi ako makasagot agad dahil alam kong mailalabas ko na naman ng wala sa oras ang inis ko kapag sinagot ko siya.
This conversation was unfolding swiftly. I wasn't expecting him to go straight to the point. I mean, can't he build up the momentum first? Seriously!
"I.."
I didn't know how or what to tell him. I was never good with words. I rarely apologized. Ni hindi ako humihingi ng tawad kay Venny kapag nag-aaway kami. It was either she apologized first, or I talk to her like nothing ever happened. That's how we patched things up. Kaya naman lubos akong nahihirapan ngayon dahil hindi ako sanay sa bagay na 'to.
Parang gusto kong bawiin na lang ang lahat. Sabihin sa kanya na wala talaga akong rason kung bakit ako nandito. Na sadyang napadaan lang ako o ano. But, hello? Who would fall for that?
"I came here to say sorry for what happened earlier." There. I finally found the courage to say it.
"Earlier?" His expression puzzled. Para bang wala siyang ideya kung ano ang ibig kong sabihin. "Bakit? Ano bang nangyari kanina?"
Kinalimutan niya na lang ba talaga agad 'yon? Was our encounter that unimportant or was it because I wounded his ego too badly?
I sighed. Either ways, I'd just remind him, then. Baka ganito talaga kapag nagso-sorry ang isang tao. The person needs to admit and recognize his or her mistakes.
"Yung mga sinabi ko sa'yo sa library-" I stopped mid-sentence upon seeing the look on his face. Nothing much had changed. He was still standing in front of me. Pero...
Nagpipigil siya ng tawa!
Do'n ko lang napagtanto na inaasar niya lang ako. He wasn't puzzled! He knew exactly what I was talking about! Nagmamaang-maangan lang talaga ang gago.
This time, I couldn't control my temper anymore. I was pissed, and it showed.
"Screw you, Martinez." I said, glaring. My voice was filled with so many negative emotions, I hoped he felt each one of them.
Argh! Bakit sa lahat ng pwede kong isigaw na pangalan, sa kanya pa talaga?
Heck. I could've just said something like, 'Si Zac Efron ang gusto ko, okay?!' o pwede ring si Lee Min Ho. I don't know. Anyone! Anyone who would spare me the hassle of apologizing and pretending to be head over heels for them.
My frown deepened when I heard him laugh a little. I watched him place the soccer ball between his arm and his hip.
"Okay, I'm sorry." aniya. Bakas pa rin ang ngiti sa labi. "You just really looked like you were having a hard time."
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Head Over Heels For Ezzio (Villaverde Series #1)
Teen Fiction[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... and the guy she low key hates. From then on, things start to run out of control.
