The Warrior 1: Primo

Chapter 10

"Class dismissed," our Political Science professor said.

As soon as she said those words ay mabilis kong hinila si Shiva palabas ng classroom. Maaga kaming na dismiss ngayon ng trenta minutos dahil may faculty union meeting ang university.

Thank God!

Nagpapasalamat ako dahil hindi ko kailangang mag-ala ninja para iwasan si Primo. One thing I have learned from being with them is that they're actually smart - smarter than most of us here. Kaya hindi na ako magtataka kung alam din ni Primo na iiwas ako sa kanya. So how should I do it?

We just have to run - run really fast palabas ng skwelahan dahil alam kong alam niyang 4:30 ang end ng huling subject ko ngayong araw.

But I won't have to do that now? Bakit? Dahil mas maaga kami na dismiss ng trenta minutos. Which means, I have a thirty minute advantage.

Sukat sa naisip ay binalik ko sa normal na bilis ang paglalakad ko.

Shiva glared at me.

"Bakit halos madapa tayo sa pagtakbo kanina? May fun run ba tayong sinalihan? Bakit 'di ako na-inform?"

"Sabi ni Primo hihintayin niya ako sa parking. Tatakas sana ako kaso naalala kong maaga pala tayong nadismiss kaya 'di ko na kailangang tumakbo," sabi ko sabay kibit balikat.

"Kahit naman tumakbo ka 'di ka naman makaka iwas kay Primo," ani Shiva na may mapaglarong ngiti sa labi.

"For a bestfriend, medyo hindi ka supportive."

"Pansin mo na ba?" balik niya sa akin.

Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin.

"But I was not lying when I told you that you can't run away from Primo," she stopped pagkuway ngumuso sa labas ng gate.

Lumipad ang tingin ko sa direksyon kung saan siya nakatingin.

There he is.

Primo.

Everything about this guy is certainly not normal. In short, madali siyang mahahanap sa kahit saan. Kahit sobrang dami ng tao, kahit sobrang dilim, you can spot him in a heartbeat.

Like now for instance - he's sporting a grey polo shirt and faded jeans. He accented it with an air force. He's also wearing a black wayfarer. I would like to think he's drawing attention because of his race car pero alam kong hindi 'yon totoo.

People would have a hard time choosing who to crush on - his sleek black matte Aventador or the person patiently leaning on it on crossed arms na dahilan para bumakat ang muscle nito sa dibdib at braso.

Focus, Ayah.

"Maaga ka," puna ko.

He  smirked, clearly waiting for me to notice his move.

Oh right, you won.

"Knowing you? Hindi pa nagsisimula ang klase mo ay pinaplano mo na saan ka dadaan at anong paraan ka dapat tumakas," aniya. "Which is funny, you know I'm helping you."

"Bakit hindi ka nag psychology? Mukhang may future ka," tuya ko. "Also, I did not ask for your help."

"You were not thinking about that when you mentioned my name as your boyfriend, Ayah. Also, may future ako kahit anong kurso," he mimicked.

"Arrogant, aren't we?" I joined his sarcasm.

He shrugged and opened the shotgun door of his car. "Just stating a fact, babe."

"Hello, baka lang nakakalimutan niyo? I'm here?" Shiva reminded. "Kasama ba ako o hindi? Just making sure."

"Yes," I immediately answered.