Or maybe she wants to go home na, ayaw lang magsabi sakin.

I approached her.

Man's always do first move naman, Girls has a pride.

'Let's go?' i whispered.

She stood up and not looking at me.

She just nod her head.

I let her ho first, im on her back mlike a bodyguard.

Nasa labas na kami and i'll open her a door ng Car na sana but she said

"I can."

But i still opened it for her.
....

I'm now Driving pauwi sakanila,

Were not even talking.

She suddenly whispered Sorry.

Heto naman akong kinikilig.

For the very very long time, she said sorry again.

It's just good hearing that from her knowing that she accepted her mistake and wrong thought.

I said Sorry too.

As the day's go bye, tahimik lang kami hanggang sa nahatid ko na siya at nakauwi ako sa Laoag.

It was already 10pm when she messaged me.

"Sorry, i forget that i don't know have any reason to be like that."

I dont know what she's saying.

But i think she meant that were just Friends.

Like what?

All these months, almost a year i thought were the same as before, but now that's not what she think pala.

'Are you serious?' i replied to her.

'Yeah, im sorry.' she replied.

So what we are?

Mu lang?

I just off my phone and think about it.

The hell.

'Jillianne's Pov.'

I was about to sleep na sana sa room ko but Dad suddenly came in.

'Sandro's in the Bar daw, lasing na lasing."

Did u have argument? Problem?' he said.

What? Lasing in this middle of the night?

It's already 11:30pm.

'No.'

'Why would we have?' i said.

My Dad's Phone rang.

It was Red saying na nakikipag away na daw si Sandro sa bar.

Oh wow, Red's there, nauna pa sakin.

Ano nanaman bang problema ng lalakeng to.

I rushed Went there with Dad.

Nasa harap na kami ng Bar and i can see his Car na.

'Dad, una na ako.' i said 'cause he takes so long bago bumaba sa sasakyan.

I entered the bar at bugbugan na naabutan ko.

Ang daming tao.

Red's just standing and watching them.

He's making trouble with some guy.

'Sandro.' i said.

Hindi niya ata ako marinig.

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