Loving This Bitch

CHAPTER 6

"What did you say?" the person retorted.

"And it even talks," I said. I could see the annoyance on his face from my peripheral vision. I wanted to laugh because he looked irritated. Well, it's his fault for being here anyway. Sumandal ako, crossing my arms casually as I continued, "You know, it's quite amusing to encounter a ghost who not only wanders aimlessly but also has the audacity to engage in conversation."

Sheldon's gaze darkened further as he looked at me. "I didn't know a witch could paint," he remarked, and I shot him a glare.

"This is the first time you've realized it?" I retorted sharply, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my voice. It irked me how he always seemed to find a way to belittle my talents, as if being a witch automatically meant I couldn't excel at anything else.

But I wasn't about to let his snide comment go unchallenged. With a flick of my wrist, I gestured towards the canvas before us, where my artwork lay in all its intricate glory. "Maybe if you took the time to appreciate art instead of making ignorant assumptions, you'd understand that talent knows no bounds," I shot back, my words laced with thinly veiled disdain.

Sheldon's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of realization dawning in his eyes before he quickly masked it with his usual facade of superiority. "Well, forgive me for not realizing that a witch could possess such mundane skills," he quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes in exasperation. "You're impossible," I muttered under my breath, turning my attention back to my painting. I refused to let his narrow-mindedness dampen my spirits. If anything, his skepticism only fueled my determination to prove him wrong.

As I continued to work on my masterpiece, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that, despite Sheldon's doubts, I was capable of creating something truly extraordinary. And if he couldn't see that, then that was his loss.

"And did you just admitted you're a witch? Well, I guess you'd pass as a modern witch," he added.

Sa inis ko ay tumayo ako at handa na sanang ihampas sa kaniya ang paint brush nang bigla siyang tumayo at tumakbo papunta sa pinto. Huminto lang siya roon at natatawang tiningnan ako.

"Just go away!" Sigaw ko sabay bato ng paint brush ngunit hindi tumama iyon dahil mabilis siyang nakalabas. "He's always getting into my nerves"

Nang matapos ko nang i-finalize ang painting ay itinabi ko muna ito sa gilid at babalikan ko na lang mamaya kapag uwian na. Ayokong magdala ng mabibigat na bagay. Hassle para sa akin.

Inubos ko ang oras sa pagpipinta. Hindi ako pumuntang cafeteria ngayon dahil paniguradong nasa rooftop na naman si Rinoa at paniguradong makikita ko na naman ang babaeng anak ng gobernador na mukha namang espasol kung mag-makeup.

Tumunog ang cellphone ko kaya napahinto ako sa paglalakad. Agad akong pumunta sa gate para kuhanin ang in-order kong pagkain. I'm hungry now. Hindi ako nagpapalipas ng gutom kaya hindi ako sanay nang hindi kumakain sa tamang oras.

"Here. Keep the change, kuya" Sabi ko nang ibigay sa delivery rider ang bayad. Nagpasalamat naman siya at umalis na. Sa garden ako kumain dahil nga ayaw kong pumunta sa canteen. May thirty minutes pa naman ako bago magstart ang class.

I ordered pizza and lasagna because I'm on a diet and decided to skip rice for the meantime. As I took a bite of the pizza, I savored its delicious flavor, finding it immensely satisfying. Opting for a new flavor this time, I wanted to break the monotony of my usual orders. With each mouthful, I found myself nodding in approval, thoroughly enjoying the culinary experience.

The aroma of melted cheese and savory toppings tantalized my senses, making it difficult to resist devouring the entire slice in one go. Despite being on a diet, I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of indulging in such delectable treats. Besides, what harm could a little cheat meal do?