NO. No sexy time for your dirty, dirty minds.
Okay... Maybe just a teeny tiny bit.
Enjoy, I guess x
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THIRTY
A booming string of car honks threatened to burst my eardrums, pansamantala tuloy nagambala ang pagpupukol ko ng mga orasyon at hate thoughts sa unfair na mundo. Medyo napatalon pa ako mula sa kinauupuan ko dahil sa gulat, my fingers instinctively tightened around the chains of the metal swing I was dangling on.
Tinignan ko ng masama 'yung yellow-and-black-striped convertible na pumarada sa harapan ng playground ng subdivision namin – kung saan namin napagkasunduang magkita ni Key pagkatapos kaming "ihatid" 'nung school shuttle sa aming mga kabahayan. Hindi naman talaga ako kailangang ihatid pa dahil walking distance lang naman ang M.I.S. from my house, pero ayon sa school driver, kailangan daw niyang siguraduhin na maide-deliver ako right at my doorstep, as he was under Lee Chone's strict orders.
Pagkahatid sa'kin at pagkatapos maglaho ng school van sa kanto namin, kumaripas kaagad ako ng takbo papunta sa likuran ng subdivision, kung nasaan ang playground meet-up point namin ni Keith Kato. I didn't feel like swinging by our house – come in like a freaking wrecking ball and drop the scandal bomb to Grammy – just yet, kulang pa ako sa kapal ng mukha para harapin siya't gawin 'yun.
At isa pa, may pagtitipon ng mga groovy, oldies-but-goodies amigas na nagaganap sa bahay ngayon, so no, ruining my grandmother's day wasn't on my to-do list at the moment.
Mga 30 minutes na akong naka-tambay at naghihintay sa playground, nagpapaduyan-duyan, nagninilay-nilay, trying to think of anything but the goddamn circus of events earlier, and failing, a lot. I was in a quiet misery, partly at peace and partly at war with my thoughts, but at least it was quiet... until this annoying car came along.
Bumusina nanaman ng paulit-ulit ang sasakyan, para bang binibwisit talaga ako. I had this blinding itch to launch an attack and fire it with plenty little pebbles so I could blemish the vehicle's to-die-for exterior.
Stupid car. Stupid beep-beep-beeping.
Imbyerna akong tumayo mula sa swing, I moved so abruptly, the chains of the swing slammed into each other, making a nasty clinking sound. Nag-martsa ako papalapit sa sasakyan at nakita kong nakaupo sa driver's seat si... Keith Kato?
Oh. I had to close my eyes, rub the back of my hand against them – to ensure my vision wasn't being clouded by my misery of feelings – and open them again.
Hindi nagbago ang imahe sa harap ko.
Hindi ko siya nagawang kilalanin mula sa puwesto ko sa swing kanina dahil nakasinag sa kanya ang araw at nakasuot siya ng sunglasses, also pieces of his school uniform were stripped off – no blazer, no vest, no tie – 'yung white button-down shirt na lang ang natira sa kanya. I didn't need to inspect his lower half to check if he kept his pants on, because obviously – ohmygod. Sandali, anong karumihan nanaman itong sumasalakay isipan ko? Ugh, please.
After what felt like hundreds of seconds of mentally slapping some sense to myself, I crossed my arms. Pinagtaasan ko siya ng kilay.
"Get in, loser," the guy nodded at me, smirking. "We're going shopping."
The massive rock lying on the soil beside my right foot suddenly came in handy, I was contemplating whether I should hurl it towards the expensive-looking car, or to Key's smug-looking face. Tinawag niya talaga akong loser? Ngayong hormonal ako at sensitibo ang damdamin ko? Oh, man. This calls for sweet, sweet revenge.
