Remains in the Sand | Los Quiros Series Book #01

08

RITS: Chapter Eight

"You good?"

I was sure enough that I've already expected Islear's confession a few days ago... Pero bakit parang hindi ko malunok ng buo sa sistema ko?

I mean... He has reasons to like me.

But it's my first time that someone actually confessed to me kaya para akong batutang hindi alam kung ano ang iisipin—

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I invited Islear over," Lincoln shrugs before opening my fridge.

Kaagad namang nababog ang sistema ko sa narinig. "H-hindi ako pumayag!" I shouted in a heart-rending feeling na nagpakunot sa noo ng aking pinsan. "I-I mean, b-bakit hindi mo 'ko sinabihan ng maaga?" I quipped, avoiding his gaze now.

"Well, alam kong hindi ka papayag kaya surpresa nalang," he leaned on my counted bago inubos ng walang pawis ang pinalamig kong tubig. This guy, really! Palaging inuubos ang laman ng ref ko!

"Whatever,"

I left him there and went to my room at sinigurong nilock ko ang pinto para walang makapasok. Goodness! What am I even thinking, hiding here like I did something wrong? Inis akong kumuha ng libro pero hindi naman ito binasa. I threw it away in annoyance bago humiga sa kama. I stared at the blank ceiling, thinking of particularly nothing hanggang sa hindi ko namalayang nakaidlip na pala ako.

Nakaramdam ako ng sakit sa ulo kaya naman lumabas ako ng kwarto para uminom ng wine, but to my horror, si Islear ang unang tumambad sa'kin!

"Oh... hey," he tilted his head and gave me a warm smile. He's on his specs now and obviously staring at my composition from head to toe!

Shit!

Kaagad akong tumakbo pabalik ng kwarto ko habang hawak ang dibdib kong naghuhuramentado.

Bakit ba kasi pinapunta pa siya ni Lincoln dito?! And where the hell is he at?! Bakit si Islear nalang mag-isa yung nandito?! Instead of squirming in my head ay nagdesisyon akong magbihis ng kumportable ngunit presentableng damit bago lumabas at dumiretso sa sink para maghilamos at magtoothbrush. I was feeling all fucking conscious and it feels totally not right to be dahil nasa condo ko naman ako!

"Why are you here?" I raised a brow while looking at his back habang nakatayo sa kitchen. Nasa carpet lang siya kahit may couch naman, habang pinapalibutan ng sandamakmak na mga papel na nakalatag sa sahig. "Wala kabang condo?"

"Lincoln invited me over," he shrugs before looking back at ang tingin ay nasa hawak lang na papel.

"Sa kaniya ba 'tong condo?" I uttered to myself.

Instead of sulking in one corner dahil sa narito siya, I decided to make fried rice dahil dumating na ang isang box ng red wine na in-order ko last month. Finally! It'll be a good combination for reading cases.