Trigger and Bullets

bullet 10 - before the worst

Please comment an exclamation point [!] (yeah, parang kay Devin.) if you read this note. Thank you po.

This is an early update.

-sev

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Bullet ten

This day I didn’t want a guard on my tail. Luckily I had managed secretly taking a car earlier and now I was parked nearest the lobby of Brent University. I stayed in front my steering wheel—deliberating. I was torn between sprinting to my first class that will start in three minutes and driving the way to a wedding that will start in fifteen minutes.

Wala akong balak masaksihan ang pag-iisang puso nila—now that’s corny. Really, I didn’t need to witness their exchange of I do’s. I wasn't bitter, statement of fact. Wala lang talaga akong paki-alam. When I scanned their wedding invitation I imagined seeing my name as the bride to be and I couldn’t take it. That was when I realized I was so over the us. If I decided to go it was due to L’s note.

 

Church Bells. Iyan ang huli kong natanggap na mensahe galing sa kanya. Everything fell into place; he was talking about the wedding. Sabay ko natanggap ang imbitasyon at ang kanyang mensahe. My question was why was I considering those notes as directions. Why did I trust these notes? I didn’t even know what were those notes for. Right. Hindi na dapat ako nagtitiwala. I, finally, after self debate, decided I will go to my class and forget about L.

Dumiretso ako sa aking locker para kunin ang librong kakailanganin ko sa araw na ito. Wala ng mga estudyante sa pasilyo habang naglalakad ako sa loob ng gusali. I was late, but better late than absent. I opened my locker in haste. Then I jittered when I saw a bloody piece of paper inside. Ang nakasulat…

 

Red

-L

Biglaan ko ito isinarado. Umalingawngaw ang tunog ng bakal sa bakanteng pasilyo. Sariwang dugo ba ang pinang sulat doon?! I wasn't moving, I stayed staring on the locker door. The feeling of anxiety was familiar, like a deja vu.

Someone put a hand on my shoulder and before I knew it my fist curled tightly, I turned around, and then punched a face. I cringed my aching fist.

“Ouch! What’s that for?” tanong niya, umatras siya at hinawakan ang kanyang ilong. “You are helluva fierce woman in my dreams and in reality.” Okay. That was totally not so nice to know…

Minukahan ko ang matangkad na lalake na nasuntok ko. Messy hair, cleft chin, badboyish smirk, and the extreme air of appeal. “Cole?” Crap! Akala ko kung sino na!

“Yeah, babe.” Pinagmasdan niya ako mula ulo hanggang talampakan. “The last time I saw you, you were in jeans—but it was pulled down because you were sitting on my toilet, now you are in a dress. Pinaghandaan mo ata ang pangalawang araw ng ating pagkikita.” His pinkish lips formed a self-satisfied smile. Napailing ako sa kapal ng mukha niya—alisin ang katotohanang may itsura siya. And yes, I was wearing a dress, screw L for this. Napagpasyahan kong magsuot ng pormal kahit na nagtatalo pa ang isip ko kanina sa pagitan ng pagpunta at hindi sa kasal.

And by seeing that bloody note my instinct dictated ‘go to that darn wedding’. Trust. Church Bells. Red. Bloody hell! What are you driving me at, L?

“Sorry about my punch, Cole!” I walked past him.

“’You skipping class?” tanong niya.

“Yes. To crash a wedding…”   

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