10: terrible thing
10: terrible thing
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"Are you serious?"
Umalingawngaw ang tanong ko na iyon sa kasulok-sulokan ng kanyang kwarto. My jaw dropped to the ground when he looked at me with so much seriousness in his face.
"Serious as hell Titless."
I wanted to bang my head on the nearest wall but banging his head to the wall would be so much better. "Rocket wala ka bang katulong? If so, I can fucking call ours at siya ang maglinis dito at hanapin ang kung ano mang hinahanap mo!"
"No I want you to do it," sagot niya.
"Let me clarify this, gusto mong isa-isahin ko ang bawat librong nandito para mahanap kung saan mo inipit ang pesteng memory card mo, ganoon ba?"
He nodded as he leaned on the wall. "Yup."
"In this huge study with over 10,000 books?"
He smirked. "No, it just more or less 5,000 books."
Can I smash his head with the thickest book here? What can I do, nasa bahay na nila ako. I was so pissed that I eat corn nonstop as we headed towards his house.
I raised a hand. "Question."
He cocked a brow at me. "What."
"Can I have a simple request para mapadali ang trabaho ko?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure."
"Pwede bang papuntahin mo rito si Cooler?" I grinned at him but he smirked.
"You wish titless. Start now at nang mabawasan na ng konti ang utang mo sa akin," wika niya at tinalikuran ako. Nakasimangot na tinanaw ko ang kanyang palalayong pigura bago huminga nang malalim habang nakatingin sa study.
Okay I can do this.
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"What the fuck Titless, I told you to find my memory card, not to dismantle the shelves!"
I pouted as I let my sweaty self fell on the chair. "But you didn't say not to dismantle either."
He growled lowly, an angry sound resonating from his throat as roamed around the study. "Anong ginawa mo?"
"I was pissed kailangan ko ng mapaglalabasan ng inis ko at hindi ako ang tipong naninira ng libro so the next best options are the shelves!"
His face shows he is angrier this time. "And why are the chairs broken too?"
"Hello ano sa tingin mo, kinarate chop ko ang mga shelves para masira? Syempre hinampas ko ng upuan!"
His jaw literally dropped. "Titless!"
Bumangon ako at hindi pinansin ang galit niya. I walked towards the other pile of books and randomly picked one nang may maliit na bagay ang nalaglag mula roon.
Aha! The memory card.
I happily raised it. "Eureka!"
Lumapit siya sa akin at tinangkang kunin iyon ngunit agad kong iniiwas.
He looked annoyed. "Akin na."
"Not so fast rocket, finders keepers. And what's in this, bakit pinahanap mo talaga 'to?" I wriggled a brow as I waited for his reply.
"None of your business."
"101 ways to overtake the Bellomo's in their drug trade?" I asked.
"Drugs is out of our scope."
"Sex tape?" I asked with a naughty grin.
He shrugged. "Not the type who take vids. Give me that."
"No." You know it's fun teasing the devil.
"Rocket it just made me so curious what's inside!" I dashed towards the side, determined to know what's inside this small thing.
But rocket is also determined to get the thing from me. He suddenly lunged towards me, my sweaty self hits the wall before we both fell on the floor with him on top of me.
"Akin na sabi!"
I wriggled under him. "Get off me devil, Cooler might see us and get a wrong idea, ew get off me."
"Give me that thing!"
"I swallowed it!" Of course I didn't. Sinong tanga ang lulunok ng memory card? Tell me who and I'll go slapping unsanitary bitches.
He growled angrily. "I'll go get a knife and slit your throat."
I grinned. "Kaya mo?"
He stiffened on top of me. "I will ask a reaper."
I laughed, making him even more irritated. "Weak. Get off me, ew."
He smirked. "Ako dapat ang mandiri sa'yo. You're sweating like a pig."
I rolled my eyes. "Pigs don't sweat."
"Shut up titless."
"Pikon."
"Give me the memory card, sumuka ka or whatever!" he hissed at tumayo. Pinagpagan niya ang sarili kaya tumayo rin ako at nagpagpag.
But I am really sweating.
"Rocket, pahiram ng damit."
"No," matigas niyang tanggi.
"Ang arte! Edi wag!" Padabog na umalis ako roon at naupo sa swivel chair. Ipinatong ko ang paa sa mesa at naghanap ng pwedeng ipamaypay sa sarili. Naka-on ang air conditioner ng study pero nagpapawis talaga ako.
"When I return, give me the memory card," narinig kong sabi niya at kasabay niyon ay pagsara ng pinto.
Napangiwi ako roon at inilabas ang memory card sa bulsa. What's inside, why is Rocket determined to retrieve this?
I am not the type who pry with things but curiosity is seriously killing me right now. Inilapag ko ang memory card sa harap ko at tinitigan iyon, as if I can see through it what's inside.
Ilang sandali lamang ay muling bumukas ang pinto. Rocket entered and throw a shirt at me.
Wow I should be grateful.
But if the devil will throw you a shirt right in your face, it is not something worth thanking for. Gusto kong magrebelde at huwag na lamang magpalit ng damit but sweaty shirt is a no no and unsanitary.
"About face."
He cocked a brow. "What?"
"Sabi ko talikod!"
He sounded annoyed. "Why?"
"Magbibihis ako, duh."
He smirked. "So? It's not like you have something to hide up there."
Bitch slapped me right in the face.
Fuck can I shoot him right here right now? Bakit kasi wala akong dalang baril?
But he has a point. Nakataas ang kilay na hinubad ko ang T-shirt sa harapan niya, his eyes scanned my body and my eyes didn't leave his face, trying to see if there are changes in his reaction.
Yes there is.
His smirk turned to frown.
Damn him, barilin ko kaya siya sa bunganga?
Tinalikuran ko siya at sinuot ang kanyang damit ngunit naramdaman ko siyang lumapit sa likuran ko.
His warm hand traced my spine and I was frozen.
"C'est lavie..." he read one of my tattoo.
"That's life."
"Oh, French," he said, tracing my tattoo. His hand on my skin actually felt good so I just let him trace the beauty of my tattoos.
He traced another one and read it. "Alis volat propriis."
"She flies with her own wings," sabi ko.
"I didn't expect you to be covered in phrases and other tattoos," sabi niya. His palm traced my skin near my hips where colorful inks formed a peacock feathers, feeling the bumps of my scars.
"It's my way of covering my ugly scars," sagot ko sa kanya at hinayaan siyang ilandas ang palad sa mga tattoo ko.
Only few can appreciate my tattoos. Others find it dirty but for me, my tattoos speak a lot of words, they are my facade of my vulnerabilities; they hide away the proof of this world's cruelty.
"Scars are proof of survival, you know," I heard the devil said.
"Proof of weakness, you mean?"
He sighed. "No, being scarred doesn't mean you're weak. It's a proof that you survived despite the hardships."
I swatted away his hand on my hip, tracing my tattoos. "Don't touch me, baka magkagusto ka pa sa akin at sa mga tattoo ko. I'm telling you rocket, every piece of me and my tatts is for Cooler only... and Harry Styles, of course."
Agad kong sinuot ang kanyang damit, its length reached my mid-thigh. Nang lingunin ko siya ay nakasimangot na sumandal siya sa study table.
"Did anyone tell you you're overconfident?" he asked.
Hmmm, at school whenever I know anything, I wouldn't hesitate screaming out the answer.
...which is correct at all times.
Others call me overconfident, most says pabida. So yeah, I've been called overconfident few times.
I flipped my hair and pointed at the table. "Mas mabuti nang malinaw. Here's your fucking memory card."
He reached for it and keep it on his pocket. "Good, makakaalis ka na."
Fucking shit. The devil is suing me out. Aalis naman talaga ako pero what the hell, hindi niya ako kailangang paalisin!
I felt my blood boiled to its utmost zeal. "Aalis naman talaga ako, as if I wanted to be here!"
I glared at him before grabbing my phone and dashed towards the door.
But fate is a naughty little bitch.
Just when a maid knocked on the door and informed Rocket about Cooler, the love of my life's arrival....
... a terrible thing happened.
PORRORRORRRROOORRROTTT!
My eyes widened as I hugged my stomach. When I turned to Rocket, he looked disgusted as ever.
"Fucking shit where the hell is your CR?!" I asked in a hysterical voice.
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