7: What the Hell?

ZAB

Labinlimang article ang natapos ko ngayong araw at agad ko iyong ipinasa sa trabaho ko. Ah, I love easy jobs like this. 'Yong simpleng sulat-sulat lamang ng mga article, ipapa-approve then at the end of the week, I have money in my account.

Hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin ginagamit ang debit card o kahit ang credit card na binigay nina mommy. No, I'm not yet in a dire situation para gamitin ang perang iyon so I will keep it intact in my account.

Then I glared at the red haired hottie across my seat. Nakaupo siya at hindi inaalis ang tingin sa akin.

Just stare, Dearil... I swear, maglalaway ka.

"Alam mo bang nakaiinis ang presensya mo?" I told him, raising a brow.

He just shrugged at nagpatuloy sa pagtitig sa akin. Ni wala man lamang pagnanasa sa kanyang mukha. Fuck, then fine. Hindi siya maglalaway and if so, could he just get lost?

"Can I peer on your memory?" biglang tanong niya.

Hindi pa man ako nakasasagot ay unti-unti nang lumalapit ang kanyang dalawang daliri sa noo ko—which I flicked away with a slap. "What the hell? Kaya mong gawin iyon?! And red hair, no."

"You keep saying hell. Do you wanna go there?" he asked, then he crossed his arms at muling napasandal. "Sabagay, mukhang doon ka mapupunta."

"So what am I supposed to say? What the heaven?" I hope he gets my sarcasm. But what the hell? He can say na roon ako mapupunta?!

If so, then I'll see him there.

But not now.

Not yet.

"Let me see your memories."

"No, ayaw ko." Manigas siya!

"Maybe if I do, malalaman natin kung bakit mo ako nakikita. We're supposed to be unseen by people who are alive."

I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue. "No, I'm not curious anyway."

"Who knows? Maybe, you're dead," tila pananakot niya.

Huh? Dead is not the word to scare me.

What scares me?

Try again. No internet connection.

Low battery notification and I fucking left my power bank.

Power outage while I'm shitting inside the comfort room in the middle of the night.

Call of nature in a public place plus no bidet or a fucking tissue paper.

"Ma'am, out of stock po ang size na hinahanap ninyo."

Dropping a slice of pizza

... and other things similar to that. Scary as fuck.

I batted my eyelashes. "If so, then I have a shovel under my bed. Maybe, I'll bury myself. How about that?" I grinned at him but he doesn't look like he lost over our little spat. Red hair still wanted to take a look inside my brain...

No fucking way.

I have a lot of silly plans, stupid escapade experiences that keep on lingering inside my brain. Illegal but so fun when not caught thoughts... and oh, dirty fantasies. So peering inside my mind is not happening. Never ever.

He sighed in surrender. "Do you realize how much of an annoyance you are right now?"

Huh, ako pa? Ako pa talaga?!

I cocked a brow, not backing down. "Well, do you realize how much of an annoyance you are from the moment you knocked on my door?"

Tinitigan niya lamang ako nang walang kabuhay-buhay. Uh, is he even alive?

I closed my laptop at tumayo sa kinauupuan ko. We're still at my room. Seems like red-haired hot anime guy is fond of staying at my house. As if he'll change his mind in hooking up with me.

Gosh... if we really fuck and he's dead, doesn't that make me a necrophiliac?

Ew.

Ew.

Eeewwww!

Eeeeeeeeeewwwww!

"Dearil?" I turned back to him and he was still staring at me. "I changed my mind. I'm withdrawing the hookup offer."

There's no way I will have sex with a dead body. That's gross on so many levels. Not happening, not even in my fantasy.

He remained still at naisipan ko namang mag-bake ng cookies. Kapag wala akong ginagawa, I usually bake. Iyon yata ang pinakagusto ko sa lahat ng mga natutunan ko sa pag-aaral. I bake good cakes and cookies.

"Red hair?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you wanna taste my cookies?" I asked as I ransacked my cabinet for baking tools.

"Is that a reference to your... genitalia?"

Nabitawan ko ang hawak na mixing bowl. Shit is real. I'm being serious right now, and how could he compare my genitalia to a cookie?! Disgusting!

Disgusting hotnnoying guy!

"Silly. I meant cookies and not anything sexual, you moron!" I hate him. Now, I won't see cookies as just cookies. Shit.

"Ah, no thanks."

Huh? He doesn't want my cookies?! I make good cookies! They're delicious! "And may I ask why?"

Sumandal siya sa inuupuan niya at inabot ang librong nasa gilid lamang niya. "We don't eat human food."

"But you eat grim reaper's food? Huwag mong sabihing kaluluwa ng mga namatay ang kinakain ninyo?!" Now, I began to ask myself why am I letting this guy hangout in my house.

Should I use my shovel now? Maybe, no. Sa tingin ko, kahit ilibing ko siya 6 meters below the ground ay makalalabas pa rin siya.

"Your imagination is great but no, we don't eat souls."

"So ano nga ang hitsura ng pagkain ninyo?"

"Just like yours."

I frowned. "Then why don't you want my cookies? I'm making some at willing akong bigyan ka kahit naiinis ako sa'yo."

His forehead creased. "Bakit ka naiinis sa akin?"

Because you declined my hookup offer. You sent away Ajal who can be my prospect and he's a 100% willing hookup guy— But now that I think they're dead, I should be relieved. I won't fuck a corpse. Yikes!

Gayunpaman, may inis pa rin ako sa kanya.

"Kasi ayaw mo akong turuan ng mga ninja skills mo."

He eyed me with an unbelievable look. "I can't at kung pwede man, I won't."

Huh, iniinis niya ako lalo!

"You're crazy without those skills. How much more if you know those?"

Well, that would be fun! Kapag kaya kong mag-teleport, pupunta ako kahit saan. Like Japan or Hawaii. If I am invisible, I would walk though hotel rooms and peer on fucking couples—crazy? Huh, tatakutin ko lang naman sila. Or maybe I will walk inside a bank and steal. Kaso stealing is not cool so no thanks. If I can walk through walls, I don't have to bring keys with me at lahat ng lugar ay pwede ko nang pasukan!

That will be so cool!

"So you want to have cook—" I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Nagkatinginan kaming dalawa ni Dearil. Wala akong ini-expect na bisita ngayon so who's that pokemon outside? I set aside the ingredients at agad na binuksan ang pinto.

Oh.

Remember the hottest guy on campus? My first guy—first and second fuck? It was him. Outside my door.

"Hi?" nagtatakang tanong ko. Halos hindi ako makapaniwalang nakatayo sa pintuan si J3. It's a nickname that I called him way back when I was having fantasies over him as I shoved my ass in school works. He's so handsome at kung gaano siya kagwapo, ganoon din kabantot ang pangalan niya.

Jose Jaramillo, Jr.

He's called JJ at school, and I secretly call him J3.

"Hi Zab," bati niya at ngumiti siya nang matamis. J3 still hasn't lost his charm. Actually, he's hotter than ever. "Nagtanong-tanong ako sa mga common friends natin kung saan ka nakatira and finally, I'm here."

Wow. Is that supposed to make me happy?

"Pasok ka," wika ko at binuksan nang malawak ang pinto. He kissed my cheek at ibinigay sa akin ang dalang bouquet.

Oh. I think I know this. J3 was my first guy—first and second fuck—and now he wants to be my third guy and fourth fuck.

Gosh. Why am I thinking about it?

No, hindi iyon mangyayari.

Dearil stood up from his chair at sinalubong niya si J3. Gaya ng inaasahan ko ay hindi siya nito nakita. He stood beside him and looked at him from head to toe.

Matangkad si J3 but Dearil is on another level of tallness. In fact, eye level lamang niya si J3. Wow. Red hair is so tall. Ngayon ko lamang labis na napansin.

"Upo ka muna roon, JJ. I'm baking some cookies." Tinuro ko ang mga upuan and he sat at where red hair used to sit.

Now, red hair looks upset because of that. He furiously followed me towards the kitchen kung saan ko pinagpatuloy ang ginagawa.

"Who's that guy?" he asked.

None of your business. "Friend."

Then he disappeared in front of me. Nang lingunin ko si J3, nasa harap na niya si Dearil. Red hair was touching his forehead. What now?

"Elizabeth..."

"Zab, you prick—" Ops. Baka isipin ni J3 na siya kausap ko. Napatingin sa akin si J3 at tinanong kung may problema ba. I just smiled and shook my head before killing Dearil in my mind.

And in a blink of an eye, nasa harap ko na ulit siya.

"He's thinking about sex."

"What the fuck? Dearil, just shut up okay?" I said through my gritted teeth as I made sure my voice was low. I can't afford J3 hearing me talking to no one. Well, att least, in his eyes.

"...you're excited."

"Ano?" Sigurado ba talagang walang paraan para patayin siya? I really really really want to!

"Hmm... so he's your first guy."

"Shut up."

"The guy came for some sex."

Yea, ano pa nga ba? Prayer meeting? Dzuh.

"Then that means you have lo leave," wika ko sa kanya.

He stared at me blankly. "...why?"

"Dude, don't tell me you're some red-haired voyeur?" Meh. Me and J3 on bed with him on the side while watching us? Not cool, so no, thanks.

He shrugged. "I won't watch secretly."

"Still! You asshole—"

J3 walked towards the kitchen. "Hey, Zab, you okay?"

No. A red haired guy threatened me to watch us openly, not secretly. Paano ako magiging okay? "No problem, JJ."

Nilagay ko sa oven ang first batch at what the hell?! Tumayo ako nang tuwid nang biglang may humampas sa pwet ko.

Fucking shit.

"Still has a killer ass, Zab."

Fuck you, J3!

Then he let me feel his bulging needs.

"Uh, I'm making cookies..."

He suddenly pulled me towards him and kissed my earlobe. Ah, sana hindi ako naglinis ng tainga. Too bad, I'm too sanitary.

Wait. Where's Dearil? Uh, maybe he changed his mind about voyeurism so he fled because he knows he cannot watch without getting horny at all.

Whatever. He's not my concern right now.

"JJ, ang cookies..."

"That can wait, Zab." He bit my ear. Then he ran his tongue on the column of my neck. Yea, and his dick can't?

"Kailangan kong ilabas iyon bago masunog." I gently pushed him away as I thought of ways on how to cut his dick and shove it on the oven, too.

He laughed. "Always the restrained Elizabeth Alexis. Sure babe. I'll wait on your bed instead?"

The fucker has the courage to ask but he already stripped on his way towards the bedroom without hearing my approval. I rolled my eyes. Yea, fucker's so feel at home.

J3 needs a lesson. Hmm, what should I use—the shovel or the bleach?

Or maybe some kerosene and a lighter.

Or all of the choices and welcome to add another.

Susunod na sana ako sa kwarto nang marinig ko ang kanyang sigaw mula roon. I rushed towards the room and stopped on the doorway.

"WHAT THE HELL ZAB? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU HAVE A GUY ON YOUR BED?! I THOUGHT YOU DON'T WANT THEM TO STAY OVER?!"

And then another voice came.

"Yeah, dude. Good morning!" He rubbed his eyes as he stretched on my white sheets. His unruly red hair looked so good on my pillow. And what the fuck? Are those his nipples?

Topless red haired hotnnoying guy is on my bed...

... and Jose Jaramillo Jr. Can see him!

What the hell?!