Truth Doesn't Change The Way You Lie

Strings

"Five minutes?!" sigaw ko sa loob ng cubicle at biglang lumabas dito.

"Aray!"

I slowly turn my gaze to her.

Then, everything glows.

I offer my hand sa isang babaeng nakasuot ng simpleng black T-shirt at skinny jeans. Hawak hawak niya ang ulo niyang natamaan siguro kaninang pagbukas ko ng cubicle ng CR. Her guitar na nasa shoulder niya ay nalaglag sa kaniyang balikat at ngayo'y nasa sahig na. She immediately notice my hand and her brows furrowed.

Is she mad? Napalunok ako sa sarili kong laway nang magtama ang aming mata.

"What the hell are you thinking? Get out of my sight." she hissed at me while grabbing her guitar. Tumayo siya at pinagpagan ang sarili.

I want to apologize to her again, but she look at me with her glaring eyes.

"I-i'm sorry. Hindi ko sinasad—"

She cut me off. "Care to explain why you're here? In the girl's CR? Really?" Hindi makapaniwalang tanong niya sa akin.

My face heated up! Hindi ko alam ang sasabihin ko. To be honest, hindi ko alam kung bakit rin ako nasa comfort room ng mga babae. Mali ba ang pagkakakita ko sa sign? Or talagang malabo na ang mata ko?

I'm running for a freaking president position but look at me now! Stuck between a girl from nowhere, accusing me that I went here for some dirty purpose. I'm doomed.

"M-mali nasa isip mo. Sorry—"

Naputol ang pagsasalita ko ng may nakita akong pumasok sa comfort room. Dalawang freshmen na lalaki. I immediately look at her to see her reaction. Her mouth is now forming a huge "O" as well as her eyes.

I tried to contain my laugh pero tumingin siya ng masama sa akin kaya hindi ko naituloy ang tawa ko. Paano ko ba pipigilan ang tawa ko kung kasing pula niya na ang kamatis? She's looking at me. Shyness is visible in her eyes. How cute.

"Nice meeting you," sabi ko sa kaniya bago umalis ng comfort. Leaving her from behind dahil late na ako.

The music is so loud that can't even hear people around me. I immediately went to the auditorium and wow... and daming tao. Nandoon ang ibang students pati na rin ang mga seniors namin na bumisita pa sa school namin para mapanood itong debate. My heart starts to pound harder when I saw our teachers and school principal. I wipe the beads of sweat that is forming in my head. Inhale. Exhale. I can do this.

I'm never this type of person na magaling sa public speaking and that's my downside. I have to practice ng paulit-ulit para maging handa ako sa pagsasalita. Minsan, kinakausap ko na rin ang sarili ko sa salamin. I belong to a star section for six consecutive years, but here I am, still struggling about my public speaking skills.