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Wakas I

Wakas I

"Tingnan ninyo pila ng grade nine Aquinas," bulong ng isa sa mga kaibigan kong si Drake.

"Anong mayro'n?" pabulong ko ring tanong.

Kasalukuyan kasing nagdadasal ang representative mula sa isang section sa stage para sa flag ceremony at katabi lamang namin ang mga head teachers na tila ba anomang oras ay aatakihin kami kung makarinig ng ingay.

"Chics, pare," sagot ni Drake.

"Huwag ngayon, Satanas," biro naman ni Niel.

I quickly pursed my lips to hide my laugh when I noticed a teacher turned her head to find who were mumbling.

I observed her actions secretly and since our section was known as the highest or at least, the home of geniuses, she didn't accuse anyone from us.

Instead, the teacher went to a lower section six steps far from us. I couldn't help but to chuckle, easy namang lumusot.

"Sulyap lang kayo," pangd-dimonyo muli ni Drake matapos ang dasal.

"Ano ba? Ang aga-aga, chics na sa utak mo," natatawa kong sita.

"Bakit? Malay mo sila ang suwerte para sa quiz natin mamaya sa ICT-"

"Bobo, swerte man o hindi, hindi ka talaga papasa kung 'di ka nag-aaral," pang-iinsulto ni Niel.

"Tangina naman ako na nga naghahanap ng chics para sa inyo," reklamo ni Drake.

"Saan ba kasi?" I asked, now curious of what he was talking about.

"Aquinas, pare. Katabi lang ng girls ng section natin sa kaliwa," Drake quickly responded, "baka pormahan ko 'yong mahabang buhok na maputi kaya huwag ka na ro'n," he chuckled.

Intrigued of my friend's words, I ended up looking at the said row of girls he pointed at. Good thing that we were still standing so it was easier scanning their faces and bodies.

True enough, the majority of the girls were smoking hot and fine... this time, Drake got it right.

"Sino 'yong popormahan mo?" medyo napalakas ang aking tono ngunit hindi na ako nag-alala pa, everyone was singing the hymn anyway.

"Pangatlong babae sa harap, 'yong mahaba ang buhok na maputi," sagot ni Drake na agad kong hinanap.

Well... how could I properly describe her? The first thing I felt was intimidated. She wasn't familiar but the way she carried herself was too proper, like as in proper.

She dressed well and even the cut of her black shiny hair was perfect until her waist. She had two pearl hairpins just above her right ear that added more elegance.

She screamed authority even in silence and the way her mouth moved as she sang was a fucking cute sight to see.

Too bad, nauna si Drake.

"Hindi kayo bagay," I joked on him.

"Awit, gano'n ba ako kapangit?" he asked, chuckling.

Oo, gusto kong isagot ngunit pinigilan na lamang ang sarili sapagkat baka ma-depress pa ang gago at hindi makapasa.

"Matagal na ba siya rito o bago? Parang ngayon lang natin napansin," I tried to sound lazy asking about her.

"Hindi ko rin alam, e. Ngayon ko lang nakita," Drake answered.

"Since grade seven pa 'yan dito, mga gago," nakisali si Niel muli sa usapan.

"Kilala mo?" sabay pa naming tanong ni Drake.