Truelove never fails

Chapter 6: Love story 📖

Hi! ^^ Sorry if I wasn't able to update these past few weeks 'cause I had a terrible experiences (kidding aside✌).

Um, what I mean is that, I was suffering from severe headache, clogged nose, cough and to top it all off, I didn't have money to load my pocket WiFi. I felt like I was brought back to Triassic Period; no internet, no instagram, no facebook, no twitter, no wattpad, no youtube! My sembreak sucks!

Anyways, back unto the story!

_____________________________________

Talya's POV ✌

Isang kwadradong silid na pinuno ng mga mag-aaral na nais matuto at maabot ang kanilang mga pangarap. At isang butihing guro na siyang handang mag-alay ng kanyang oras at maglingkod para sa kanyang mga mahal na estudyante na siyang tanging pag-asa ng bayan.

Chos lang! Haha.

~⭐~
Nakakawalang ganang mag-aral. Ugh. 'Yan ang kanina pang gumugulo sa walang magawa kong utak. Oo, magulo 'ang utak ko ngayon, hindi ko gusto ang klaseng 'to. Hindi naman sa ayaw ko sa subject o sa guro, kundi, dahil sa kaklase ko ang haliparot na 'yon. Sino pa nga ba? Edi 'yong 'Filthy Bitch' na 'yon. I don't like her, nor do I like to know her.

"Good bye class," pagpapaalaman ni Mrs. Julieta. (Pronounced as 'Hulyeta') Sounds like 'Punyeta'. Ha-ha "See you next meeting," she said as she stormed out of the room and vanished.

Nagsimula na akong magligpit ng mga gamit at gano'n din ang iba. Habang pinapasok ko ang mga gamit ko sa bag, nakikita ko si Filthy and Jazzy sa peripheral vision ko na nilalandi ang Kismet ko. Ugh, kainis! Sino ba kasing nagpa-uso ng kalandian sa mundo?! Tsk. I hate the both of them, not because they were best friends for life, but because they were both brassy and floozy, trying to seduce him. So annoying! I just wanna kick their asses off! Ugh.

"Hey, Ozan! You're clenching your bag." Bigla akong natauhan at tiningnan ang hawak kong bag. Yeah, I was clenching it like I was strangling someone's throat.

"What seems to be the problem?" She asked worriedly, gathering her stuffs.

I fixed myself and tried to smile as a sign of reply that I'm fine. She just gave me a small smile. I know she didn't believe it because she knows me too well. I know she'll find a way to figure it out anyhow. After all, she's Aizy Dilli, the talkative, nosy and smart one.