[Discontinued] Karma's a Bitch and so is Snow

Revenge #36

Naglakad na ako papunta sa hagdan. I was walking slowly while massaging my temples.

Biglang may humablot ng kamay ko kaya napatigil ako sa paglalakad. His hand is warm.

"Why are you like that?" Saad niya sa malamig na tono.

Huminga ako ng malalim at nilingon siya. Tamad ko siyang tinignan. "Why am I like this? Pagod na ako, Migs. I want to sleep. Will you leave me alone?" I plead.

Naiirita na ako at sumasakit na ang ulo ko. I want to roll my eyes but I don't want to exert an effort rolling them.

"Earlier, you were so hyped to watch some movies. Excited ka pang mamili ng kung ano ang papanuorin natin. Then you are suddenly like that. You look like piss and it's obvious that you don't want to talk to me anymore."

Nakakunot ang noo niya habang nakatingin sa akin. Mahigpit ang hawak niya sa kamay ko at parang ayaw niya na akong bitawan.

I sighed for the nth time. "I'm tired. I want to sleep." I said lazily.

His shoulders slumped. He breathe heavily and smiled at me. "Meron ka, miss." He said shyly and I immediately straightened.

Namilog ang mga mata ko at inalis ko ang kamay niya sa akin. I am wearing an oversize black shirt and white shorts! Pilit kong sinipat kung meron ba talaga ako pero hindi ko makita. If I am facing a mirror right now, I am sure I look like a tomato. Ramdam ko ang init sa pisngi ko.

"Bakit hindi mo sinabi agad?!" I asked, fuming mad and embarassed.

Napahilamos ako sa mukha ko at gusto ko nang sabunutan ang sariling buhok. Tumalikod ako sa kaniya at mabilis na umakyat ng hagdan. I went straight to my bathroom and locked it.

Nasapo ko na lang ang ulo ko habang nakaharap sa salamin. I immediately changed and now I am wearing a sweat pants. Paglabas ko ng banyo ay nakita ko doon 'yung siraulo na prenteng nakahilata sa kama ko at nakapatong ang ulo sa kamay niya.

He didn't realize that I was standing beside him because his eyes were close. He looks calm and serene. His face was soft and he looks like he doesn't have anything to mind at all.

I stood there admiring his features. His long eyelashes, pointed nose, strong jaw and thin lips complimented the shape of his face. His black hair makes him look sexier. Miguel's not a flashy guy when it comes to fashion. He wears the simplest outfit: a shirt, pants and shoes. He always wears his black expensive watch that his Dad gave him when he was 15 years old.

I don't mind watching him for hours. Watching his chest rise and fall indicating he is alive, watching his whole being. I could do this for God knows how many days.

His eyes flickered open and I suddenly went into my study table pretending I was searching for a thing.

"So I see that you've changed already." He said as a matter of fact, while scrutinizing me from head to toe.

My gaze moved to him and I raised my brow. "So you expect me to walk around this house with a blood stain in my shorts?" I asked horrified.

Hindi niya ba alam na nakakahiyang makita ng ibang tao na tinagusan ka? Sabagay, paano niya malalaman eh lalaki siya?

He chuckled. "Of course not. Kaya pala masaya tapos galit tapos masungit ka naman ngayon. Moodswings, eh?" He asked, amused and I swear I want to chop his head off.

I sat in my chair near him and crossed my legs. I sighed and look at him as calm as possible. "Get out of my room." I commanded.

Hindi siya natinag. Sa halip ay itinukod niya ang kamay at humarap sa akin.