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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Eyes On Mine: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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House-Party

Cyrus First Person Point Of View"Get on your back and spread your legs a bit."The words hit me harder than the thumping bass of the party. I was lifted onto the pool table before I could even protest, eyes wide, heart racing.The living room was smaller, the crowd of grinning faces tighter, their mocking voices coiling around me like a noose.It was supposed to be a joke.A stupid dare.But now, with everyone staring at me, I couldn't quit. I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, attempting to shut out the sound.My fists curled around the rim of the pool table, knuckles whitening."Come on, Cyrus!" a shout rang out, intoxicated and mocking.It was a girl who first came forward, laughing as she held a shot glass in one hand.I could hardly gaze at her, my stomach twisting. Then, just as she was about to lean over me, some guy intervened, chuckling."No, no, hold up on that. Isn't Cyrus into men? Let a guy handle it, then!" The words stung, his laughter echoing through the crowd.Som

The Night

It wasn't long before we saw him, standing next to his vehicle, patiently waiting as he always did.Parker was low-profile, easygoing-the type of person who did not make waves.He did whatever Arzhel told him to do unquestioningly, something that everyone was aware of simply because he was crushing on him.Parker relaxed a little upon seeing us get closer, even though he tried to act indifferent."Parker! Baby!" Arzhel yelled, lurching towards him with a smile. "You ready to get us home?"Parker tilted his head, his own expression serene as ever, yet I noticed the swift look he cast at Arzhel, that flicker of something else.Arzhel didn't appear to notice-or perhaps he simply didn't care. He was laughing too much, wrapping himself around Parker as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world.Arzhel chuckled as we all got into the car."You're the best, Parker. Seriously." He leaned closer, his breath reeking of booze."Aww, shame you're not my type. You know I don't date white bo

Goodnight

“I. I took a walk," I stammered, barely capable of looking at her. "I'm just stressed about tomorrow at school." She dry-laughed, sending a shiver down my spine at the sound. "A walk, eh? What are you so patiently waiting for, Cyrus? The day that someone hurts you at night?" I had intended to talk but shut up instead. There was nothing that could be said to repair this situation. "WALKS are done in the AFTERNOON," she went on, speaking in tones of astonishment. I remained silent, looking down at the floor with my eyes, burying my face in the blankets, hoping that she would drop it. I just wanted her to drop it. For an instant, the silence lay there, thick and awkward, between us. But then she snorted and turned on her heel. The door softly shut behind her. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my chest tight with everything that had happened. Tomorrow was going to be a rough day. But for now, I just needed to sleep. My alarm blared loudly across the room, startling

School, Again

My heart sank as Troy, Marcus, Derick, along with four other guys, approached us, their faces twisted in smiles. They strolled over, clearly enjoying the authority now in their hands. He brushed his hand along the back of my shirt while the rest laughed. "Reliving the fun of last night?" the voice of one of them asked, looking at me. My body froze, panic tightening around my chest. I stood before Arzhel, speaking in a barely audible whisper. “We should leave.” Arzhel crossed his arms, refusing to give in. “We are not going anywhere. Nobody owns this place.” The air was electric with tension as Derick's eyes met mine. The jeering intensified, with the boys encircling us like vultures. Troy crept up beside me, speaking to me in a sickly sweet voice. "What is the matter, Freckle boy? My throat was already starting to form a knot. Arzhel, for his part, was not bothered at all, chewing the inside of his cheek with a grin. Man, you are going for the macho routine, aren't you? Or

Headace

He walked in like he owned the place, his tall, dark form throwing a long shadow behind him as he walked with a silent, tightly wound confidence that had my heart pounding. His lower lip was swollen and bruised just beneath his eye-clearly the product of a fight. He did not seem to mind. In fact, it was as if he accepted the pain. That he was strengthened from it. I quickly looked away from him and concentrated on the nurse who was busy filling out documents at her desk. But I felt him. His presence daunted me. He stood only a few feet away from me, and I did not dare to look into his eyes again. I swallowed hard, my heart thumping painfully in my chest. Derick did not utter a word but was staring at me. It was as though he had been anticipating something. Waiting. I changed position in my seat, the air feeling suddenly too thick, too heavy. My headache throbbed more intensely now, but it was not the hangover. The nurse finally looked up and beckoned Derick to take a seat. He

Waiting

Arzhel First Person Point Of ViewI sat in class, drumming my pen against the desk, glancing at the clock every other second.Where the hell was Cyrus? He said he was just going to the nurse's office for some painkillers, but it had been way too long.My foot tapped impatiently beneath the table, irritation building.I was not built to wait.And I could feel it. like someone was watching me too close.I didn't even have to look to know who it was-Parker, sitting a few rows back, his eyes boring into the side of my head.He'd been doing that since I came in. Ever since. the night before. I attempted to brush it off, but it lingered, as if the air between us was too dense.The teacher droned on, but my mind was anywhere except the lesson.I couldn't remain stationary, peeking at the door.The moment the teacher stepped out of the classroom for a bathroom break, Parker seized his opportunity.I felt it before I saw it. A shift in the air.I tensed up as he slid into the seat next to me,

Home

Parker simply remained silent, nodded once more, and then just drove away.The home was eerily quiet when I entered, but as soon as I entered the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of my dad lounging near the countertop, chopping vegetables all composed and calm.He leaned towards the work, turning his large shoulders away from me."Hi, Dad," I spoke, attempting to sound calm, despite the fact that I was still shaken from the experience."Already?" he said, shifting a bit towards her, his eyebrow rising."Yup, you too man," he replied, staying super laid back."School let out early?""Seniors," I said quietly while walking to the refrigerator."Most of them didn't show up," I replied."Whoa." My dad hesitated for a moment, then sort of shrugged it off as though he didn't mind at all.“Weird.”I grabbed a bottle of water, opened the cap, and leaned on the counter to take a sip.My father noticed me out of the corner of his eye and sort of hesitated for a moment with his knife."Can you hand m

Outside

Derick First Person Point Of ViewIt was extremely dark walking out of the convenience store, with those muted neon lights humming on and off above our heads.The roads were relatively clear, with the occasional speeding car hurtling by, headlights piercing the shadows.I threw a few dollars into the cup of this homeless guy on the sidewalk, and his grizzled hand darted out to catch it."Hey, Derick, are you like Jesus or something?" Marcus asked, his words ringing out over the cold street.Other people were laughing, like it was a joke or whatever. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. No way I was getting into that.Then, they completely switched subjects, and I knew what was coming. They banded around the older man, and Marcus went first, spilling his can.There were coins scattered everywhere on the sidewalk, and Tray was tugging on his jacket like he was messing around."Leave him alone, man," I spoke softly, but they were too preoccupied with laughing to hear me.I just stood

Cyrus

Derick First Person Point Of ViewThe man was slight, shuffling beneath the streetlights, head down, sort of like he was attempting to become part of the shadows.I didn't think much of it at first—some kid out way past curfew, right? But there was something in the way he walked that made me take notice.He seemed.off. Something wasn't quite rightI squinted in order to see better, but before I could make it out, Marcus also spotted him."Hey, who's that?" he asked, already walking over to the kid with that grin that was always a sign of trouble.The rest of them simply jumped in line, as always, lining themselves up without even considering it.I lagged a bit, just observing us closing in. The kid hadn't spotted us or even looked up yet.That's when I spotted him. He was wiping his eyes--he looked kinda pale, like he'd been crying? I wasn't sure from where I was.Marcus reached him before anyone else and immediately leaped into his path, blocking him. "What's a cute little thing like

Discreet

Derick First Person Point Of ViewHe winced but didn't say anything, just continued on. He really did not want to turn around.I grabbed his arm, not roughly but enough to get him to stop. "Hey, don’t walk away while I’m talking to you."He simply stood there, not attempting to defend himself or say a word. His face was a complete wreck—red eyes and trembling lips. He was afraid. Afraid of me.I just couldn't understand. What was he afraid of?"Yo, what's going on with the tears?" I repeated, attempting to be calm, only to have the frustration I couldn't shake seep into my tone.He wasn't saying a word, just standing there like he'd be happier somewhere else. I pushed him a little harder, got a little nearer, and leaned in over him. "Come on, what's the matter with you?"Cyrus hastily massaged his eyes in an attempt to compose himself, but his voice was shaking completely. "I don't. I really don't want to speak of it."I released his arm but stuck around for a moment or two. "Everythi

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