Even before I could speak, he got on the motor. Slowly, I followed too, breathing heavily. Compared to the previous ones, I am now more conscious of touching him. My heart was pounding hard as I put my hands on his waist. I don't know what change, but this damn feeling is very foreign to me.I know I'm trying so hard to avoid it. But in the few weeks we didn’t have a sensible conversation, the void was growing and it didn’t feel good. And now, despite my anger at Mommy, I feel relieved. It feels good to be with him like this again."Why isn't the light on inside?" I asked while looking at their house."Mama is in Capiz. Lola called," he answered and opened the gate."Have you had dinner yet?"I shook my head. I stalked him as he went inside the house. He turned on the light and gestured to mesofa. He opened the first buttons of his polo and went upstairs. When he returned, he was wearing a gray t-shirt."I already cooked the menudo before leaving. I'll just heat it up. Is that okay w

Our friendship was healthy, I thought. In the days that followed we went back to normal. Sometimes, we study in the library together and he shares his knowledge about the topics I find hard. Every Saturday I visit them and we go to the Dales.I didn't deal too much on my negative thoughts. I’m happy when he’s with me and that’s what matters."You did it wrong, Audrey," he said. It's one of those days that he checks to see if I did the assignment right.I sniffed and looked at the sea ahead. For some reason, Dales became our favorite place. Maybe because it's peaceful here."It's hard. I got confused ..." I said."I'll do it. Just study it later," he said."Okay!" I smiled at him.I watched him do that, very seriously. I can't help but admire how he can be so passionate about studies. Until the end, I just focused my attention on him. I watched how his eyes drifted to me after. My heart was pounding. But still, I managed to smile."Thank you," I said."You're welcome."I stood up and t

"What did the woman say to you?" I immediately asked Rustov when he returned to the table with our food.Pure grilled and dish there, with pork and chicken barbeque. He landed some mango juice for me and water as well. I watched him as he put all the necessary things in our table. When he finished, he placed the tray in the adjacent container."It's just nothing," he replied."She's pretty. Do you know her?"He turned to me, his gaze weighing. His lips protruded a bit as he shook his head."Did she want you to join them? Or maybe she asked for a number?"He smirked."She asked for my number," he admits.I fell silent and the taste was bitter. But I think that's normal. He's attractive, it's only natural that there are women who spontaneously approach him, including those hot and mature girls."Then? You gave it to her?""Did you see me scribble my number?" His brow shot up.I fell silent. If in matter. But ..."Maybe you gave your facebook account or something, since it's more accessi

The thought of the kiss is stirring my mind, giving me a hard time to think straight. In grief and anger, I stepped fast, almost running. I walked away from the tents, walking straight away from the quadrangle until I reached the row of kiosk benches. Quiet and no one there.It was unreasonable to get mad, right! But I still couldn't help but get angry. He didn't want the kiss, I consoled myself. He wasn't even expecting it on the first place. But my irrationality is prevailing because of too much anger for everything that happened.And that bitch! The courage to kiss her even if she's not her boyfriend!But he isn't your boyfriend too, Audrey. So why are you angry?I closed my eyes and cursed. What now? I'm not straying too far from the boundaries like what that girl did! The thickness of the kiss looks like he doesn't want to!"Audrey!"I panicked when I heard his voice. I didn't have to look back to make sure he was following me. I quickly went to the kiosks, intending to go to any

Lots of people in the quadrangle we went down, high school students mostly. Though, there are also colleges. Some were even watching us from the corridors of the buildings. Someone yelled my name like a signal and they created a pathway for me. In the middle I saw Daryl, a grade twelve who was also famous at school.I didn't feel anxious or anything. It just didn’t happen once. For some reason, the boys from the high society here tend to love surprises like this. Also because maybe most women like such gimmicks. But I just don't feel anything for this kind of stunts. So to finish it, I walked over to Daryl.He was holding a huge bouquet of flower with his friends at his back holding balloons and raising a banner with "Will you be my date?" written on it.Everyone around shouted. I love surprises. But I appreaciate it better if it's not in the eyes of public. It used to be like this to me, they just want to show off. And when the answer is right, they'll feel like they got the trophy t