Jacob looked pissed.
Like, the kind of pissed that could silence a whole hallway without him saying a word.
I stood there, clutching the extra cup of caramel frappe like it was some kind of peace offering. The air between us was thick—awkward, heavy, and weirdly cold despite the afternoon heat.
I swallowed hard. “Frappe?”
He turned to me slowly, eyes sharp and unreadable. “Do I look like I want to drink frappe right now, Garcia?”
I froze. His tone wasn’t loud, but it stung more than if he’d shouted.
“S-sabi ko nga…” I muttered, trying to laugh it off, but it came out weak. My voice didn’t match the pounding of my chest.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, visibly trying to calm himself. “You shouldn’t have been there.”
My brows furrowed. “Where?”
His gaze flicked to mine—briefly, but enough to make my stomach twist. “Outside that classroom.”
My grip on the cup tightened. “So you knew I was there.”
“I saw your reflection on the glass,” he said simply, his tone flat but firm. “Next time, don’t eavesdrop, Ms. Vice President.”
I blinked, heat rising to my cheeks—part embarrassment, part irritation. “Excuse me? I wasn’t eavesdropping! I was just—passing by!”
Jacob let out a low, humorless laugh. “Right. Because people just pass by empty classrooms at five in the afternoon.”
“Maybe I was checking rooms!”
“Checking for what, Garcia? Ghosts?”
I glared at him, the nerve of this man! “You know what, fine. Sorry for trying to make sure no one was murdering anyone in there!”
His expression softened—just barely. “No one was murdering anyone.”
“Could’ve fooled me with the yelling,” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms.
He looked at me then—really looked—and for a split second, all the tension seemed to shift into something else. His jaw unclenched, his eyes not as sharp as before.
“It wasn’t about you,” he said finally, voice low.
That stopped me. “I didn’t say it was.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t have to.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but no words came out.
He glanced at the frappe still in my hands, then sighed again. “Give me that.”
“What—no, you said you didn’t want—”
“Just give it,” he said, softer this time.
I reluctantly handed it over. He took a sip, then smirked faintly. “Still too sweet. Figures.”
“Then don’t drink it!”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”
I groaned, half-annoyed, half… something else. “You’re impossible, Jacob Villanueva.”
“And you talk too much, Ms. Top 2.”
The corner of his lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close.
And for a moment, just a fleeting one, the storm in his eyes eased.
“Hey!” I called out, footsteps echoing down the empty corridor. “You can’t just walk away like that!”
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His Code Name: ULAP (Code Name Series #1)
RomanceShe wasn't supposed to fall for him. Not when everything about him screamed mystery, danger, and the kind of perfection that didn't belong in her world. But from the moment he held her hand under the golden lights of the prom night, everything chang...
