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I blink how many times, wishing that this is not Chance.

For about a second, I decide move my head, gazing to his face.

Once I look at him, it is really him!

Sa sobrang pagkagulat ko, napabitaw, at naitulak ko siya. And it causes me to fall on the floor!

"Aw! Oh, my fu—!" I half screech, cutting myself from cussing. It hurts in the butt!

Oh, gosh! How I wish I would disappear right here, and right now in too much humiliation!

"Ugh." I groan. Not because of the pain, it is the shame. I wanna dig a whole and hide myself on the ground.

In the midst of my embarrassment, I sense the bed moves. Little did I know, Chance have already went to my left side. And I feel his warm hands carrying me and laying me on the bed.

He leans on my face as he rests his left knee at the edge of the bed and places his right elbow beside my head.

He is staring at me with a soft expression. I gulp secretly and stare back at him.

No one is talking. Just a pure silence.

I notice his first three buttons of his polo are open, showing his collarbone.

I awkwardly avert my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He finally asks and I return immediately to my own self.

"Dapat ako ang nagtatanong niyan." I quietly say while ignoring the 'buthump-buthump' screams inside of my chest.

"I'm fine, Natsumi." he answers in low, sultry voice.

I'm not satisfied to his answer so, I reach and touch his forehead.

I narrow my eyes. "You're hot, Chance."

To my surprise, he smirks, "Heh. I know, I'm hot."

My eyes widen and my face blooms in deep red! "NO!" I push his forehead with my palm. "It's not what I meant!"

His smirk grows wider and chuckles naughtily. "Really? What is it, then . . . Natsumi?"

He states my name in lazy voice and in appealing way.

Damn you.

I clear my mind and enact my facial expression. "I mean, Ancy, you still have a fever." I speak to him while looking sideways.

"Oh. I see." I return my eyes to him. It makes me surprise, because he's grinning right now. "I'm fine now, Nat. Thank you for your care."

I feel the blood rushing to my face. "Sh-Shut up. I didn't do anything that nice, either way."

"It's not. I don't know if it is true, but I was dreaming and saw you taking care of me. A dreamed that you kissed me here." He innocently points his cheek.

My heart thrums like drum and little did I know, I've already punched his cheek! "Never mind that! Just hurry up and eat your porridge!"

"Aww." He touches his cheek where I punch him. "If you want me to do that, though, I wish you hadn't hit me."

"Ah, eh . . . S-Sorry. I got caught in the moment." I apologize, biting my lip.

"Tch." He grumbles as he turns his back.

He is doing something behind and I just ignore it.

My mind is actually spinning. Gah.

He was awake! No, maybe half sleeping. Damn. I won't do that again.

I sit down properly, staring down at my knitted fingers. So humiliating, I know. I will not attempt something like that again!

Oh, dear me.

As I stare deeply to my fingers.

Why was he awake? Like why—"Ah." I mumble and exactly, my thoughts vanish.

I think, Chance throws this silky thing on me. This silky fabric covers my whole head.

I hiss, smelling the cloth. And it have the same smell like Chance's.

Eh, what?

Wait . . . Hindi ba ito ang sinuot niya kanina? I raise a confusing brow.

If he's wearing this polo a while ago, then . . .

"You look stupid, y'know."

"Ha?" I utter gruffly as I glare, gaping my eyes to his direction. "Don't be so jerk , Chance . . . and . . . I . . . will . . ."

And out of my mind, I stop on the mid-sentence.

"You . . . will, what? Nat-su-mi?" He chuckles and he is smiling like a wolf.

Astound, I lower my gaze dowm

And as if on cue, I get stunned.

I was like, 'what-the-fuck'.

I totally regret looking at him.

"Chance, magbihis ka nga!" I snarl, shifting my eyes away from him.

Sanay akong nakakakita ng ganito dahil sa dalawa kong kuya. Mahilig mag-topless tuwing nasa bahay.

Pero, iba siyang tao. Like damn. He's half-naked for all the goodness' sakes.

"What's wrong?" He asks, feigning innocence.

"Nothing, you idiot." I rasp and stand up from the bed.

Jerk. For I know, he's laughing on his mind.

I thank goodness, because my nose is still not bleeding. Heck is that.

"I'll leave now." I declare calmly and start walking away with my head up.

But I don't want to look at him. It makes me feel that I'm a perverted little girl.

I never thought that these things may fall into this kind of scenario. Damn, I should think more.

"Oh, no. The cat is running away."

I hear Chance's voice.

"Ah!" I squirm full of anticipation when he grabs my body and pins me back on the bed! "Chance!" I squeak in embarrassment and attempt to resist.

But, no. He immediately catches my hands and places them beside my head. Reflexively, I tried to kick him.

Poor me, Chance has already traps me down there.

Gah, he knows Judo! Oh, drat it. What he does to me is a pinning technique in Judo.

Okay. I'm a dead cat.

"My, my. Why running away, my naughty cat? Stay for long so that we can play more."

"Bitaw. Aalis na ako." I declame in firm voice.

My inner organs are rumbling inside. The intensity inside of this room is so hot . . . and tempting.

I accidentally glance to his lips. And I'm such a sinner. My head archs down as I wince in embarrassment.

"Oh, you're thinking about something, naughty cat?"

I smirk inside my mind. Is he enjoying this? To hell is with him. I face him with a flustered expression. "You will let me go or I will hit you where it hurts the most?"

"Feisty." He lazily says with bored eyes.

Those eyes are actually dangerous. They are tempting. Those gray orbs are like blades piercing that can break my soul.

"Am I hot, Natsumi?"

My mouth goes dry as my mind starts to delay. I can't speak. But I will unless try. "Idiot." I tell him.

"Answer me now. I'm not a patient person."

"Will you just get off of me? You're ugly!" I manage to say, despite the happening around me.

"Am I hot, Natsumi?" He repeats the question in impatient tone.

I scoff. "You're not. You're cold, you dumbass."

He chuckles against his throat, "That stings." then he moves his face closer to my neck. "Nilalamigan ka sa akin? Let's do something on my bed and I will make sure that you're going to feel hotness with pleasures."

"Go to hell, you son of a binch!" I say through shaking teeth and attempt to freed myself from his grasp, but he won't let me. "For the love of cheesecake, Chance! I will kill you after this!" I threaten.

"Go on, my naughty cat. I would love to." He whispers and his breaths tingle down to my neck. "Do you mind if I scream for your my name while killing me?"

"Jerk, I hate you." I spat, while resisting.

"Am I hot, Natsumi?" He repeats the question again.

"Yes! Yes! I admit it! You're hot! Dammit!" My inner voice surrenders, that it is because I don't have the guts to tell him. But instead of answering him, I gather all my strength and push him.

I grab the opportunity to go out of the door. And then he burst on laughing. He is laughing at the top of his lungs.

I never heard him laughed like this. It is so new to me, so I peek on the door and stare at him. His hands are on his stomach and laughing ridiculously.

And heck, he is just having fun of me.

He is questionably looking at me, saying, "What?"

I give him a befuddled look, "The hell is with you, noob."

"Your words, lady." he sighs as soon as he stops laughing. "You've been saying some offensive things, Natsumi."

I only huff and turn my heels.

I dash through the kitchen. I'm starving hungry. I check the time, almost five hours had passed since we slept. I look at the porridge I cooked, it's now cold. Hindi man nakain.

So, ako na lang ang kakain. I heat it up again and once it heated, I start eating. Thanks to Mom, she is the one who taught me how to cook.

For about a minute, I inhale a fresh fragrance smell of body wash. I think this is Chance, fresh from the bath.

"You want to eat?" I ask without looking.

"Sure." He responds and sits beside me.

"You eat . . . porridge?"

"Of course, you cooked this?" He inquires.

"Mm. My Mom taught me."

"Hmm," he hums. "Where's your Mom?"

"She's in Japan, with Dad."

"Ah, okay. Do you have siblings?"

"Uh . . . None." I lie.

"Oh. So you live alone here?"

Napaiwas ako ng tingin. "I'm living with my aunt and cousin."

He just nods. "Am I too nosy?"

I purse my lips sideward. "Not really." I reply, "How about you, where are your parents?"

"My father is in abroad."

"Uh. Your mom?" I still ask even though I know the answer.

"She's dead." He replies in gloomy voice. If a while ago, he's in the mood of foolishness, but now, it changes.

"I'm sorry."

"No. It's fine." He quickly speaks as a response.

The atmosphere turns into long silence. I think, it's because of me. So, it's better for me to replace this awkwardness.

"Ancy, about a while ago, you were dreaming . . . I'm just curious, what were you dreaming about?"

He doesn't answer right away. He's currently deciding whether if he's going to tell me or not.

"It's fine if you're not going to tell me. I'm sorry for being inquisitive." I slightly bow my head, feeling sorry.

It is just an act. I want him to speak about it.

He sighs, "I dreamt about my Mom. She was killed when I was eight." His voice becomes cold. "She was doing the same thing what you're doing right now, for me."

"You don't have to tell me." Right. I didn't change the topic at all.

It is intentional, though. I feel kinda guilty about it.

"Nah. It's fine. Let's eat." He dismissed and I just shrug.

He is sensitive about his Mom, though, he's not showing it. He have a fragile and damage soul.

We are in silence . . . Again. Sheesh.

"You're not going to talk?" He speaks.

"Eh? Bakit ako magsasalita?"

"You've been quiet when you heard about my Mom."

I sigh, "Hindi naman. Wala lang akong masabi." I deny, even though I'm thinking about his passed away mother.

He sighs boringly. "Why don't we attend class?"

"Ayos ka na ba talaga?"

"I'm fine. Remember, we both sleep for five hours."

I cringe involuntarily. But he's right. We slept together on the same bed. "W-Well, okay. I'll just fix this." I say, pertaining the plates.

"Just leave it there. Someone will clean it."

"Oh, okay." I nod to his response. "Uminom ka na pala ng gamot?"

"Yeah." He answers as we both compose ourselves.

We exit his room silently. Well, I'm kinda comfortable to this silence.

"Right, Nat."

"Yep?" I ask, eyeing him.

"I'll take care of something in the principal's office."

I purse my lips, "Go ahead."

Then we start walking, heading to the principal's office. Chance's older sister.

We are about to reach his sister's office, I already heard an unwelcoming commotion inside. I don't know if he can hear this.

"Wait," he pauses on walking while grabbing my wrist to halt.

Napatingin ako sa kanya, "Why?" and ask.

"Just wait." he answers back and peeks to the window. It gets me curious, so I peek beside him.

There is an unknown girl who is arguing with Miss Marielle.

"Where's Chance?" The girl impatiently questions Miss Cain.

"He's not here, Casey. Just go back tomorrow." Miss Marielle replies in stern look. "Or you should never go back again."

That's blunt.

"Argh!" The Casey girl roars and storms as she's going to exit the room. "I'll come back tomorrow! I swear!"

"Nat, c'mon." Ancy quickly says and drags me away from the office.

Baffingly, I follow him. I gaze at his hand holding mine.

Gee. This is not the romance scene that is happening in romance novels.

Whatever.

We hide somewhere for a couple of minutes.

"Why are we hiding?" I ask when I noticed that we are still not moving.

"That girl is so annoying and very clingy. She's a total brat." He answers in serious tone.

I grimace, that's not the answer I'm expecting. "Oh. So?"

"So, if she saw us—I mean, me—she may annoy my whole system." He says in annoyed manner.

Okay. That's it.

"Mm, but I'm annoying as well."

"Well, I guess you're also annoying" He honestly tells me while poking my forehead.

"Then why are you still with me?" I question with creased brows.

"Because you are stupid."

"Remind me to kill you later." I shot back and punch his diaphragm.

Chance almost coughed. Well, I made the pain slightly painful to cause him to curl his body in pain.

Then when he recovered, "Remind me that you're a woman."

I laugh, "Why? So what if I'm a woman?"

"Because the moment you punch me, you screwed Amazon, I thought it was a gorilla punch."

"I hate you." I only counter back with an indifferent look.

And right now, he's smirking. "Do you want to attend class, by the way?" He asks while standing in front of me.

Ancy stares down on me, because he's taller.

I match his stare, I look above him with bored-innocent eyes. "Don't ask me, I'm lazy." I reply.

That's true.

"Hi, lazy." he says sarcastically.

"What on this planet is wrong with you?" I spat, clenching my jaw.

"I'm sorry, I'm just sick."

"I'm going to cut class." I tell him, "How about you?"

"Let's cut class, then." He suggests, still gaping to my eyes.

"Us?"

"Yes, us." he shrugs.

"Saan tayo pupunta?" I inquire. It is because inside the school is boring, I want to leave it.

I have never been a good student, never once. I don't follow rules, because I only have one rule in my life. And that rule is to break the rules.

I'm the Queen with an upside down crown.

But this time is different. I followed Chance, and he took me to a place only God knows.

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author's self thought: i removed the ugly scenes. do u kno how much i hate myself for writing such as those?