I'm Celine Joan Borja. People call me 'CJ'. I grew up in the province with my best friend, Angelo Villamor. We spent all of our childhood days together, and I thought that would never change.

But I was wrong.

We were 9 when his father took him to Manila. We tried to keep in touch with each other until I was 12.  However, he suddenly stopped writing back. He just disappeared. We promised that it would just be me and him, together, but everything changed.

At the age of 17, however, I moved to Manila to start a new life with my sister and my aunt. I became hopeful. I wanted to see him again. Maybe we could go back to the way we were before.

But when I finally found him, I was proven wrong. Again.

He was no longer the best friend I grew up with. He was not the same Angelo.

He's now a playboy with a mean streak and has a gorgeous best friend named Seth.

It Was Always You

I gaped, my pulse speeding up in surprise. The little girl ran away. 


CJ was rubbing her elbow as she loomed closer to me. 


"Did I hear it right? You're into someone?" 


I'm not sure how I feel about what I just learned. He said he's liked her for a while. Who is she? Is it Myka? I don't think so. They just broke up. 


"It doesn't matter," Angelo answered, shrugging. He stood up from the bench and took my arm to put band-aids on my scratches. I winced at the pain. 


I was wearing pants, so I didn't get any wounds on my knees, though I was sure that I would get bruises on them. 


"Ouch," I murmured as he placed the band-aids on both my elbows. 


"I told you not to push it," he hissed. I pouted. 


"Where do you want to go next?" he asked, changing the topic. I was not satisfied with his answer. 


Chapter Fourteen