Rebel Hearts

Wakas

Hi! This will be Rebel Heart's Wakas! I really enjoyed writing this book! As you have noticed, there are a lot of throwbacks/pop culture tackled in this book for this is written for entertainment and just to make you and of course, me, laugh. Sobrang lapit ng istoryang 'to sa 'kin because I know some of you experienced Kilabot's era way back in high school. Kung saan usong-uso ang makukulay na mix ng mga damit, cutting classes, jeje era natin sa texts at mga chain message na bibisitahin daw tayo sa gabi kapag 'di naipasa sa 30 na tao. Mayro'n din ang softcopy era na pasahan sa mga with keypad nating phone dahil walang touchscreen para makabasa ng Wattpad. Ang lowkey usapan ng character at may author's note pa biglang sisingit kasi makiki-intriga ang author but with a modern twist (weh). Most part written in the book was from my personal HS jeje experience before. Pero s'yempre, wala sa experience na 'yon si Damon...sana all.

Thank you, Archers. For your patience and waiting. I hope you enjoyed reading this book, I am hoping for some time, you have escaped the real world and got trapped in Penablanca. This is my first completed book this year. Thank you. To more stories this year!

See you again this February with Zion Gwapo! <3

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Wakas

His Rebel Love

"Come on, sons," Mom called from the outside of our car to attend our weekly mass.

Binalingan ko ang mga kapatid bago naunang bumaba para alalayan sila. Hunter pulled his polo loose, obviously uncomfortable of wearing it.

"Stop doing that, Hunter Louis," mom warned him. "You'll ruin your clothes."

"It's hot, Mom!" he gasped, "'di ba p'wedeng maghubad dito?"

"Hunter!" I warned now and that made him stop whining. Annoyed and protruding his lips, he glanced my way with a frown.

"Kuya," tawag niya. "Mainit—"

I just looked at him and didn't say anything. Bumuntonghininga siya, napakamot ng batok bago tumango at nagpamulsa na.

"Alright," bulong niya bago inabot si mom sa tabi niya para hawakan ang kamay.

Mom gave me a silent thank you look and I just smiled a little and took the watching Atlas with me. Hinawakan ko ang kamay niya at pinagalitan pa ang kapatid nang tumalon sa sasakyan sa halip na bumaba ng maayos.

Ngumisi lang siya sa akin at kumaway sa kung sino mang nakikita niya.

Just as we reach the church's door, I saw my father talking to his associates. Bumati ang mga kasama niya pagkakita sa amin at ang mom, praktisadong ngumiti at tumango sa kanila. Mukhang masaya.

Masaya? I doubt.

Louis' eyes went to me, icy and cold. Malamig ko lang din siyang pinaraanan ng tingin bago hawakan ng mahigpit si Atlas na nakakakita ng cotton candy at gustong tumakbo papalayo.

"Kuya! Cotton candy!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"Later, Atlas," I told him. "After mass, magagalit si father kapag nakita niyang kumakain ka sa halip na nakikinig sa sermon."

He pouted, gave the cotton candy a longing look before nodding.

"Promise, Kuya?" his innocent black eyes gaze up at me.

I smiled a little. "I promise."

Nakapasok na kami. We chose our usual seat in front of the church, ang mga magulang ay abala sa pag-ngiti sa mga bumabati habang ako'y tahimik lang at nakatitig sa replica ng mga santo sa harapan ko.

The place was solemn but not everyone here is sacred. Nandito ang mga parokyano, pero mas agaw pansin ang mga tatakbo sa nalalapit na eleksyon para magpakitang tao.