Chapter 9

"Right!" He sighed then returned the photo to his wallet. Grace and I regained our sight to the front. But Grace can't really relax until I'm tickled.

"As for your harshness towards him, what are you two really fighting about?" She laughed a bit. I glared at her again because she was really very gossipy. "No, I just hate his guts!"

"Guts your face, talk about your past issues." She even raises her eyebrow high. I winced at her, "what past?" My innocent question here. We both just looked in front but simply talked. There is also a teacher in front. "Oh I know, only you know that!" She gritted her teeth as if disgusted with me. "Nothing, you're just really trying, duhh." "Tss, oh my!" This promise was biased and she never spoke again. I'm thankful because of that, she won't be able to bring back things that shouldn't be brought back.

The days followed when Grace and I were completely annoyed. Sometimes, she even betrayed me to her best friend. Just like today, she left us at her house. She said she would go to the grocery store, she could take me with her but she said I would go with her bestfriend because manang biday might rape him. It is said that manang biday has no wife at the age of fifty, and that she likes her bestfriend. It's better that that idiot is marape. He is too apple to live in this world. "What do you want to eat?" Baritone voices startled me from sitting on the sofa. I'm watching dora.

"You!" It was too late when I realize what I said. I covered my face in shame. He sexily chuckles, "You really have a crush on me, don't you?"

"In your dreams!" I got up from my seat then marched towards the kitchen. "Oh, why are you upset, daughter?" Curious question of manang biday who is currently cleaning the kitchen at Grace's house. Speaking of Grace will take two hours, but hasn’t been back until now. Maybe, she bought an entire grocery store. "Nothing, we just have a problem with us here at home." I answered

"Huh? Who? Shall we kill him?" The joke in her voice was serious but still melodious. "Mark Dylan Fajardo, manang" Smiling I answer here again. She stopped what she was doing, "Oh! Let's kill him with gusto," it said softly.

"Manang! It won't hurt you anymore!" I made a promise. "Am I sexy?" SHe even put her hand on her waist. And it modeled while holding the broom and dustpan. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, sir delicious!" Shocked by this shout, she released the dustpan and broom she was holding. I only have a face palm. I'm ashamed of what manang biday is doing. "Which one is delicious?" Curious question of another. I almost burst out laughing because he slowed me down. Fortunately, I was able to stop it because I might get hurt here. This man's behavior is different. "Manang, can you leave us for a while?" Manang immediately picked up the broom and dustpan and hurried out of the kitchen. "What?"

"Can you cook for us?" My forehead frowned. Why is the English of this inggratong purely?

"Why do you speak English fluently?"

"Is that also an issue for you? Can you just cook?"

"Why didn't you do it?"

"I can't cook," he pouted his lips like a baby who wants to ask for a dede. I was bored because he became even more handsome. He had this clean cut blonde hair that really suited him. His thick eyebrows are really the thick type that all women will be obsessed with. At least even manang biday is obsessed with him. He had these blue eyes, he'll just stare at you coldly. They were almond shape. His concrete jaw, his kissable lips are always been attractive. He wasn't a model but he should have been. Very fit really because at the age of nineteen he had really built his body. The other nineteen years old are still bones, but he will make you really tired of his handsomeness. An earthy scent swirled around my nose, I didn't realize that he was close to me.

I backed away but I could not back down. I just leaned on the sink that was behind me. He placed his two hands on either side of me. I have no escape.

"You're staring at me again," he smiled, his deep dimple coming out. What I like most about him.

"So what?" He shook his head. But something shocking happened next. He pressed his forehead to mine. I can already smell his breath, our lips are about an inch away. His talking eyes I now stare at closely. Even when it's ice cold, it's still delicious to look at. I feel hypnotized, the way he looks at me. How I miss this! My eyes landed on his kissable lips. He sexily chuckled and it was embarrassing because he caught me looking there. He will think again that I lust after him. He is the one at fault. He is too handsome and I am becoming fragile again. It was as if his red lips were mesmerizing me. How I want to kiss those lips. But I’m a woman, I shouldn’t be the one starting that style. He should!

"I want to kiss you," My lips parted. Can't believe what he said. He want to kiss me? I want to kiss him too. I miss his lips. I miss everything about him. But, I can no longer kiss. Embarrassing. He will tease again because of that. "Hmmm?" Asking permission its growl. I no longer hesitated. I haven't thought about it yet. I was the first to grab him and he laughed again. He laughed hard before he responded to my kiss.