Stockholm Syndrome (Mature Content)

Paranoid Much?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

G r e y

Even if I am dating one of the most popular women in the country today, she's certainly no different among others when she's mad. Oh, man, she is so mad. Or jealous. And don't forget, she has PMS. Geez, a wombo-combo for a monster.

"Grey!" My girlfriend kept on whining. Badtrip na badtrip siya kaya naman damay ako sa inis niya. Pustahan, mag-aaway kami nito. "Grey, come here! Bilisan mo!" Kasi naman hindi siya ang nag-number one sa Woman in Red magazine sa latest issue nito. "Can you please tell me one-freaking-million reasons why Brooke got that shit instead of me?" Tatawa sana ako pero 'wag na, baka lalo lang siyang mainis. "I deserve that! I'm hotter than that bitch!" She shouts, chewing her Gummy Bears. I think she's crazy about those, next to apples and sex.

"Yes, babe, I know, but they have chosen her. Wala na tayong magagawa, tapos na," Sabi ko sa kanya, pasimpleng kinukuha ang kopya ng babasahin sa paanan ng aming higaan. "Hayaan mo na, Quinn, ibalato mo na sa kanya 'to."

"Shiloh gave me a copy this morning."

"Yeah, I know. I saw her come into the house when I was making a coffee."

"I'm so upset."

"I know, baby. C'mere."

"Can you stop staring at her?!" Quinn yells at me when she caught me looking at the cover of the magazine. "Crush mo talaga siya! Sinasabi ko na nga ba, eh!" Paratang sa akin ni Quinn. Hindi ko napigilang tumawa dahil sa kanyang ginawang pagtalon sa kama sabay turo sa akin. "Taksil ka! Nagtataksil ka talaga sa'kin!"

"I'm not! Why would I? Eh, you're so hot and all that," I said jokingly. Legit, though, mas hot pa sa bulkan ang bebe ko. Galit pa din siya. Hot nga talaga. And yes, she's still pointing her fingers at me along with the heavy breathing. "Ikaw lang talaga ang kras na kras ko. Ito talagang girlfriend ko, o, napakaselosa," Ang lambing ng pagkasabi ko pero sinungitan lang niya ako. "Pa-kiss nga."

"'Yoko. Bahala ka dyan."

"Kiss na, dali."

"Umayos ka, Grey."

Hindi ko naman kasi talaga tinitignan yung litrato ni Brooke kundi ang featured interview sa isang lalake na nakalagay sa cover ng magazine. "Have you seen this?"

"See what? The cover is horrible."

I handed her the magazine. Akala ko kapangalan lang niya, pero nang makita ko ang kanyang litrato, nagulat ako. "Do you know this guy?" Quinn gave me a questioning look. O, bakit parang naging bothered siya instead of galit? Nawala na yung galit niya, ngunit napalitan ito ng takot. I'm not so sure, pero 'yun ang nakikita ko. "Uy, ano, kilala mo 'to?"

"Ayos ka din sumegue, 'no?"

My laughter faded. Quinn, on the other hand, can't seem to be focused on one thing. Kunwari, kung anu-ano ang kinakalikot sa damitan niya, wala namang kukunin. "Baby, if you do know him, stay away. 'Pag nakita mo siya sa set or sa party, basta kahit ano, lumayo ka. Naiintindihan mo ba ako, Quinn?"

"Why? Do you know him personally?"

"Sabihin na nating oo."

"Bakit?"

"He's involved in something that we, me and my friends, did in the past," I told her their names. Quinn is not used to me having friends other than Burn and Max.