I looked at him, stunned again. What does he want me to do? To love him back? To catch him? But why? Why is this guy forcing me to give these feelings back? >.< "Why are you saying this?" I finally asked. I want to sentence this discussion as soon as possible. He won’t go anywhere farther than this, I’ll make sure of that. “I just want to clarify things. I want you to understand why I'm acting like this.” “Oh…” I nodded, "What do you want me to do then?" I stood up and looked at his watch. Darn, I'm late for Spanish! I groaned to myself. “Look, Marge,” He held my shoulders very tight, again. This guy is really sick. >.< “What?” I glanced away. “I don't want you to do anything. I just want the truth. The Truth, Margaret. The truth.” The truth. The truth. The truth. The truth, Margaret. The two words echoed in my ears simultaneously. I was mentally blocked upon hearing those two heavy words. Yes, he wants the truth. But what truth? The truth, from me? Why? Well, the truth is, I think I don't love him, and I'm not crazy for him. In fact, I'm not crazy for anybody. Never. But how would I tell him that in a nice way? I know he's a good friend of mine. And I think it would be pretty embarrassing of him to hear that denial word. “I can wait,” He whispered and smiled. I think he did notice the fading agitation inside of me. I gave him a very slow nod. He reached for my hand and held it. “No. French,” I said blankly. French class, the most wonderful class among the other classes. I should attend this class. I couldn't see my wonderful life coming without attending this class for a day. I really need to. Really. I mean, now. “I already told Butch about ditching. Don't worry,” He assured me, as if the situation was meant to be done. “You planned it? How dare you?!” Sabi ko na nananalsik ang mata. “S-Sandali. Easy ka lang.” “Didn’t I tell you that I'm not into skipping classes when the subject is French?!” I screamed at him, though I know he's just in front, a few centimeters away from my bubbling mouth. “I know, I know. Just zip your mouth, okay? Everything's fine.” He reassured me. Na-err, Sorry pero I can’t just accept what he just said. “Do you want to die?” I smiled. “Do you want a kiss?” He raised one eyebrow. “Gago! Isa ka pang pervert!” “Aw. Of course I would ask permission,” Right after he said that, a vision of a couple appeared in my mind. I was stunned. He ran his fingers through my hair. “Get off,” A man said, both of us turned around. David's warm hand was still on top of my head. “I said get off,” He exerted a lot of force just to let that hand removed from my head. What's wrong with him? Doesn't he know we're friends? Feel ko pampakita lang niya ng powers to. He grabbed my hand, I immediately denied. “Why?!” I asked quickly. “Just follow me,” his eyes were brown again. It was pretty obvious now. Even though there was no light to reflect on it. “I'll follow you. Tell me where,” I crossed my arms. My heart was beating unevenly again. Now, he tried to grab my arm. And it really gave me the pain. Like a pain in the ass. Man! Like my bones were about to break! “That freaking hurts,” I growled and started stomping my foot three times, “Darn it! You're making me like you this way! Asar! TAE!” After a second, he dropped my arm. “What did you say?” His eyes were too curious of what I just said. “It hurts!” I screamed and brushed my shoe. “No. The other one.”

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