"Uno..." I bit my lips and stood up to separate him from Zico who's now wiping the blood on his lips.
"Let's go, Farrah. I'll get you home." Uno's deep voice dominated my ears and the next thing I knew, he's dragging me away from the man I'm with earlier. He pulled my arm and strutted the way to his magnetic silver Aston Martin DB11. A handsome car for a geek-looking man. I shook my head. Uno, even behind his glasses surely knows how to use his money in beautiful things.
He opened the door for me before turning around to seat on the driver's seat. He put his head on the steering wheel and tapped it with his fingers. I crossed my arms and glared at him, even when he wasn't looking at me.
"Why did you punch Zico?" I angrily said and made my glare more intense. My brows were furrowed and I can feel an invisible smoke coming out of my nostrils. This man surely knows how to ruin a great night and he even punched the good-looking Zico!
"Why did you punch Zico?!" I iterated, voice filled with wrath. My heart is beating loudly as I shifted my weight to put all my attention on him. "Answer me, Uno! You just ruined my night!"
"Why are you kissing a man who's not me, Farrah?" He pulled his head up and stared at me with his sorrowful eyes. My heart went in a race and my lips turned into a grim line. He covered his face with his hands, never wanting to look at me.
"Why do you kiss them when you can't even give me a smile?" A lump on my throat started to build up. I bit my lips and avoided my gaze. I closed my eyes and stopped myself from uttering words. Uno Saldivar is the most persistent suitor I've ever had. He always caught me kissing or being touched by other men but he never left. He only gets emotional, just like the one happening right now. He is a good man, gentle and caring. He's also rich, I mean, filthy rich. He is the heiress of the Saldivar Group of Companies and I will say, that anyone who will marry him will be able to sleep on a bed of cold cash. But I won't be that girl because obviously, I don't like the geek. He's got no fun. He spends most of his time reading and studying, he only goes out when I'm not replying to his messages or when he finds out that I'm somewhere out of his sight. The best example that I can give is right now. He should be reading another page of Harry Potter book or reread hunger games but he's here, weeping about how heartless I am.
"How many times did I tell you that I don't like you, Uno?" I crossed my arms and leaned on the backrest. "It's just you, and the little daydreams that someday, Farrah Evans will fall for you. It's been what? Two years?" I burst out small laughter. "Why don't you quit courting me? It will lead us to nothing, anyway." I shifted my gaze away from him. I felt him move a bit and his eye watching over me.
"No, Farrah. No matter how much you push me away, I will always find a way to come back. You can give me reasons to quit but I'll give you more just so I can continue." He reached for my elbows which I removed quickly. I glared at him.
"Don't touch me,"
"But please, Farrah. Can you stop yourself from kissing other men? I don't want them touching your body. That's..that's precious." He glued his eyes on the steering wheel and held it.
"Then don't chase after me, because you can't make me follow your orders. No one rules Farrah, Uno." I uttered in a deep, authoritative voice. I heard him sigh as he started the car.
"Farrah," I darted my eyes on the mirror. Never wanting to talk to him or to speak up. I can see from my peripheral vision that he's glancing at me from time to time but I didn't bother to look back. Manila is a busy place, I thought. But we didn't have to endure the long traffic because it's already 12 am and almost all the people are sound asleep.
As soon as we arrived at our mansion, I clicked my seatbelts and pulled myself out of the car. I hurriedly walk away from the Aston when I heard the door closed and the footsteps coming behind me. "Farrah," Uno pulled my arm to face him. I traveled my eyes from his arm down to his hand on mine. "What?" I arched my brow and waited for him to answer.
"And can you please remove your hand on mine?" He quickly moved away from me. He tapped his thick black-rimmed glasses and scratched his nose.
"My birthday is in two months, it'll be a grand celebration. Can you be my date for that night?" His eyes glistened with hope, anticipating a good answer coming from me. I stayed silent for minutes and let him think of horrible things. I knew Uno since we are in Junior High and I can say that he's an over-thinker. He'll never calm down unless you tell him an answer.
"You can make it as a present for...missing a lot of my birthday celebrations. I made the last three years a simple dinner because you won't come." He said and lingered his eyes on his side. "If being my date makes you cringe...just attend the party and greet me. That's enough." His eyes met mine. The hope in his eyes never faded, but it was also tainted with sadness.
I felt a pang inside my chest. Never have I imagined of liking Uno but he's a good friend. He was always there when I need help in my studies and he never fails to make small efforts, which I always disregard, including his birthdays and good news. I licked my lips and held on my purse tight.
"I'll check my schedule," I said and turned my back on him.
"Good morning, Van. Have you wired the penny?" I arched my brow as I sat on my seat. Today is a Monday and this is one of the days I hate the most. Going to school and listen to the boring discussion of the old professors suck. I looked at the clock and wished for it to make the time faster."You are so clever, Farrah. No wonder you are the heiress of your company. You won't run out of money with that mindset!" I laughed and played with my long manicured nails. We stopped talking when the teacher for the first subject arrived and discussed."Farrah, lunch date? Let's skip classes." The second subject is about to start when Jester, one of my handsome suitors asked. I glanced at the clock and saw that it's already 9 am. I shifted my gaze to Vanessa who's now shaking her head. "Girl, don't look at me to ask
Chapter 4: Limited Edition"You really know how to cook?" I asked, still shocked by what he said. The heiress of the Saldivar group knows how to cook? That's impossible! Cooking is only for the poor!I sat on the high chair and stared at him who's now checking the food inside the fridge."What do you want to eat?" His deep voice has been emphasized by the silent kitchen. I rested my chin on my hand."I want a vegetable salad. I need to take care of my weight. I don't want to be a pig." I said and reach for my phone. I don't really know why I let Uno use our kitchen or why I allowed myself to be with him. I should be avoiding him because he's infuriatingly pers
Chapter 5: Jungle Juice"Daddy?" Bewilderness filled my voice as I glance at the tall, masculine man in front of me.He's wearing a white button-down long sleeve folded until his elbows, a black slacks, and a pair of expensive black shoes."What are you doing here?" I addedHe only looked at me with shock, his lips parted, and his eyes so round. I glance at the woman beside him and arch a brow."Who is this again?" I proudly said as I held my chin up. I gave her a head-to-toe scanning and rolled my eyes. She's tall, has a round big breasts and small waist. Of cou
All that I can say when I opened my eyes is that: What the fuck? My head hurts like hell and it makes me want to just cut it off my body and change it with another one!I touched my head and pulled my hair, hoping that it'll somehow ease the pain. I lazily pushed my feet to the edge of the bed and pulled myself up. I rubbed my eyes as my feet reached the soft, furry carpet of my room—What the?My eyes became wide open as my feet felt a rough thing. Why is this so rough? I looked down and saw an unfamiliar dark blue carpeted floor. My eyes wandered around the whole room.The combination of the dark blue and white walls welcomed me. The pieces of furniture are also a mixture of th
I unlocked my seatbelt and checked my face on the rearview mirror before going out of my sedan. I hung my small yet fashionable backpack on my shoulders and strutted my way to our building with my two inches block heels."Good morning bitch." I greeted Van and sat on my usual seat. She just arches a brow and stared at me.I put my bag behind my seat and placed my phone on top of my armchair."What did you do last Saturday?" She asks and leaned closer. I furrowed my brows and pointed my index finger to her forehead and pushed it away from my face.
"Boy...friend?" I tried so hard to compose myself and stifle my laughter but I ended up touching my stomach as I mockingly laugh at Uno."Are you serious?" I wiped the tears I got from laughing so hard away from my face. "Are you on drugs, Sir?"Uno Saldivar can both annoy and make me laugh like a madwoman. This is absurd! A nerdy boy who's been tailing me for two years assumes that he's finally my boyfriend!"That's hilarious...and horrible," I said, now back in my serious voice. "Why did you even go in there? Who told y
For some instances, I will thank this girl for agreeing with me but it's just another weird thing because...I don't know who she is.If only Vanessa or my group is the one who said that line, I'll clap and treat her a meal. I walked until I reached her table. She's with a group of geeks, some are familiar because I sometimes see them with Uno so maybe she's in her second year. The same year as Uno."Who are you?" I repeated, glancing at her with my sharp eyes."My name is Aliya...I just want to protect you—""Do I look lik
"Miss Evans, we won't tolerate this behavior. You will be suspended for a week, and you need to apologize to Ms. Martinez. I'm sorry but I'm really disappointed." The dean shakes his head while saying those things.My brows were still furrowed while looking at the old man. His bald head is shining under the fluorescent light of the air-conditioned room."Please forgive my daughter for this childish act, Dean. I will make sure she'll learn her lesson well." Dad uttered in his deep, baritone voice. I glanced at my father who's now looking at Aliya and her mother. Aliya is hugging her mother and hides her face on her chest. My upper lip moved as I glared at her. The fuck is wrong with this girl and she's still showing my Dad