Ms. Artista (Book 2)

Thirty One

"Number three." Zion suddenly uttered.

Damn. Is he kidding me?

"I'm sure it's number three." he looked at me. Sumandal siya sa upuan at tumitig sa akin while crossing his arms.

"Am I right.." he seriously looked at me, "Francine?"

God. Give me patience.

"No." I smiled, "It's actually number two." I answered.

I saw that his jaw clenched. Great. So now, he's mad?

"Okay! Tapos na ang laro. Kumain na lang tayo, ang sasarap ng pagkain, grabe!" Pen said before eating her food.

Just like what she said, we've just eat and eat and eat. After eating our delicious foods, we have finally decided to go home. Cyrus actually wanted na ihatid ako but I immediately declined his offer because I'm currently living with Zion. I almost forgot that, damn.

That's why when we've reached his place, hindi talaga kami nag-uusap. He's not talking that's why I'm not talking too. If he's mad, okay, I'm mad too.

"Goodnight." I said bago mag-lakad papunta sa kwarto ko. I was about to open the door but then Zion immediately stopped me.

"Let's talk." he let me face him."Let's talk about your 'friend'." he said sarcastically.

God. "I'm tired, Zion. Let's just talk tomorrow." I answered. I'm seriously tired right now, I just wanted to feel the soft texture of my bed and sleep.

"No." he uttered, "Let's talk now, Francine. Tell me the reason why you said that fucking sentence."

Oh, please. "What sentence?" I calmly asked.

"I don't want to hurt someone. Really? Who? Me or Cyrus?"

Damn it. "Are you seriously asking me that question, Zion?" I asked.

"You heard me." his jaw clenched.

Why is he mad? What did I do?

"It's obviously Cyrus." I sighed, "I don't want to hurt him, okay?"

"Oh." he looked surprised, "So, if it's me, it's okay?"

"What?" my eyebrows furrowed. "What are you saying, Zion?" I asked confusingly.

"Fuck." he bite his lower lip, "You said you don't want to hurt him, Francine. Okay, so, how about me?"

"How about you?" I asked, "Why? Why are you asking that? Do you think I'll hurt you?"

He didn't answer me.

Damn. "Zion." I sighed, "I said that I don't want to hurt him because.. " gosh, I can't say it. "I'm planning to do that, even though I don't want to." I said.

If Cyrus likes me, fuck, I don't have a choice. I'll immediately reject him. Ayokong umasa siya sa akin, ayokong lumalim pa ang nararamdaman niya sa akin. I love Zion, and he's the only man I want.

"Do you understand me?" I asked Zion. I slowly held his cheek, "Don't ask about yourself Zion because you know that I can't hurt you. I will never do that."

Zion slowly nodded his head. "I-I'm sorry." he sighed, "I fucking misunderstood."

I smiled, "It's fine." I answered. "So? Are we clear now?" I asked him.

He nodded his head again.

"Okay. It's time to sleep." I said bago siya hilahin papasok ng kwarto ko. Sometimes, I'm sleeping in his room, and sometimes, he's sleeping in my room.