Maybe, Probably

"Did you say something?" Kody implied, waiting for me to turn around. "Chap, are you alright?"

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, I'm fine." I responded, gaining back my focus. "Let's resume back to work."

Kody nodded, going down the ladder. He stared at me from below, tracing my eyesight cause I did not pay attention to where he was going. It took me at least a minute to follow and hear him, I was busy pinning my eyes on Emily. The gaze I gave her took me back to the night where we first had a heart-to-heart over a guy she's so broken with and no wonder it was so familiar, it's him. My cousin is the guy that she's willing to break her heart for over and over again without a doubt. He's named as the University's Casanova for a reason. It never changes, does it?

"Chap, slow that stare down." he quipped, walking to the other side. "She might catch you and melt to the ground."

"Hey, stop it. I'm not staring at her, doofus." I scoffed, going off the ladder. Kody is such a tease, but that's what makes him attractive and entertaining. It get's kind of annoying to a certain extent, but I enjoy it, especially when I'm feeling blue. I catched up to him, grabbing my bag and the materials in use for the auditorium's decoration.

"You saw nothing back there, Kody." I remarked, running off ahead of him. "Just shut it and pretend it didn't happen."

"I'm not playing the blind game, chap. Who would've thought that a random girl you met in a mall happens to be the only person to soften a heartless man? Admit it already, you tested positive for having feelings."

"There's nothing to admit, doofus." I prompted, turning to him. "It's not a perennial question and I won't be answering it either way."

"At this moment, it is. Now that I've asked you that question, you'll be returning to it ever so often."

"It's nothing, okay? Is it a big deal to stare at a girl?" I inquired, unrolling the banner. "My intentions are good after all. There's nothing provocative going through my mind as I'm staring at her."

"Of course, I'm aware you're not that type of guy."

"Okay, thank you. I thought you were trying to clarify that I'm a creep when I'm obviously not."

"Are you? Kidding, I know you're not." he quipped, skimming over his shoulder. "Someone's coming your way, it's your majesty."

"Who the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, looking his way. "Nevermind, I see her now, but she's not my majesty, no one is my majesty."

Emily was slowly making her way to us, glancing over at Franco for a moment. Kody was secretively teasing me as she was nearing and I glared at him, making him stop. From afar, she gave a wave to Kody, smiling and scrapped it off as soon as she turned to me. Wow, so rude. Her face did not drop, but instead it had a blank expression and I couldn't read her clearly. Out of nowhere, Kody grabbed the banner from my hand, before she could get anywhere near me.

"Let me just take that from you." he snatched the banner, continuing the work. "Enjoy it, chap."

"Kody, give it back! Hey, come back here, doofus!"

He left me hanging, walking toward the step ladder and resumed back to putting up the banner on the wall. I tried my best to call him out, but kept on whistling and ignoring me. Focused on trying to call him, Emily cleared her throat in front of me in hopes of grasping my attention which worked for some reason, I mean I can't ignore her because it would lead to another cat fight which will happen.

"Oh, what brings you here?" I inquired, crossing my arms. "I saw that you're enamored of him."

"Him? Who's him? Are you sane as of now?" she furrowed her brows, confused. "I came here to just talk."

"I see what you're trying to do." I remarked, pointing at her. "You're trying to act dumb, but I'm too smart for you."

"Excuse me? Bold of you to assume that I'm dumb when clearly you lack information of what you're currently saying."

"You ranted about a guy the first night we met at the dorm," I prompted, raising a hand. "And I kind of figured out who it was, today."

"It's him, right? Franco Garcia, the University's PrimeTime Casanova." I added, pointing at the young intoxicated guy. "Don't deny it. I could see the concern and care in your eyes moments ago."

"And? That doesn't give you any credit to interfere with whom I love, or the person I care about."

"Yes, it does. I'm his cousin and the look you gave him blew your cover." I asserted, smiling. "Honey, there's no point in denying."

"Wait, you're cousins? How come he didn't mention that?" she pondered, gazing over at him. "You are deceiving me just so I'd admit the truth."

"Greetings, I'm Ethan Reyes Kinsly." I introduced, reaching my hand out. "Care to give out your own introduction again?"

"Annoyed to meet you again, I'm Emily July Luna." she rasped, rolling her eyes. "Done, satisfied?"

"Impressive name you have. Your parents must be so gorgeous." I complimented, "and no, I am not yet satisfied. You haven't answered my question."

"Fine, I'll answer it for you. You better not leak this, or you're biting the dust." she fumed, pointing a finger at me. "It's him, I love him for as long as I can remember."

Finally, she revealed the truth instead of beating around the bush. Among the girls I've chanced on, she's a diehard lover of a University's PrimeTime Casanova. How can she be so brave, I'm certain he had broke her pieces a lot of times and let her go home crestfallen, yet loved him wholeheartedly. I wouldn't be surprise at this point because he claims it's the "secret maneuver" for girls to chase him when it's really not, well at least think it's not.

"Can we go over there and sit for a while?" she requested, pointing at a bench. "I just wanna talk it out."

"I wouldn't mind, let's go." I agreed, paving the way for her. "Just a quick reminder, after all of these talks, we're still not friends, got it?"

"It's mutual. I wouldn't want to be friends with you anyways." she rasped, rolling her eyes. "Now, move it."

Both of us ambled toward the bench she pointed at and sat there for quite some time. She seemed really blue and disappointed after admitting the truth. The love she has for Franco only had her sad and obliterated, it's like loving someone who's fictional, but way worse and agonizing. I may not be a expert about these, but unrequited love just hurts in a whole different level. Imagine being one of those unrequited lovers, you know they're aware, but just doesn't care the same way you do.

"How did you guys meet?" I started the talk, glancing at her. "From what you've ranted to me, both of you have been friends for so long."

"Used to be friends." she corrected, agony clear in her tone. "That was years ago, it's different now, he has truly changed a lot."

"Nah, I'm pretty sure a part of him that you fathom is prevailing." I assured, "He wouldn't forget you in a snap."

"Guess what? He already did." she took a deep breath, saying those words. "It's hard to accept, but it happened."

"Apologies, that must've been hard and it still is." I apologized, gazing down. "I hope you will find it in your heart to let go of him."

"Thank you, but that's not happening anytime soon." she denied, gazing at him. "Trust me, I've told that to myself a lot of times and it never worked."

"Don't you find yourself loving anyone else, but him?" I implied, gesturing. "I mean, I'm certain that you've found yourself infatuated with someone else when you were away from him."

"Infatuated? Yes, I've actually experience that. I found myself falling for this musician who have not revealed themselves for years now, not even once." she recalled, laughing. "But after that, it did go away. I haven't seen them in so long, they stopped posting music. I wonder how they're doing."

"They're probably busy with life and other stuffs." I responded, reclining on the bench. "I mean, they deserve a hiatus, especially when life has thrown too much at you."

"Anyways, back to the question." I continued, crossing my arms. "Don't you find yourself falling for someone, but him?"

"Hm, let me think about that." she considered, tapping her feet. "I don't know, but I think the only decent answer I have is sure, if somebody comes my way, I'd give it a try."

"I see." I replied, thinking of another question. "Alright, I have one last question, yet it may or may not hurt you."

"Come on, throw that agonizing question at me." she bragged, spreading her arms wide open. "No question can hurt me the way he does consistently."

"If you say so." I responded, preparing the question. "Do you think he'll love you in due course the way you love him, or do you think he'll give you a chance and let you feel the experience of being in a relationship?"

"Maybe, probably." she faltered, hearing her heart break into a million pieces.