FUCK. SAD. DEAD. (My life's fucked up, I am sad, I am a living dead)

FUCK. SAD. DEAD.

For almost a year, I’ve been writing all this time about heartbreak, about despondency, all about nothing that I should not be talking about. It’s hypocritical that I kept on scribbling the same subject irregardless of how I feel at the moment. I don’t know – I really don’t. You know what? I’ve never been this lonely and this is my only outlet – writing. I may presume that this is the reason why I wrote melancholic notes and it kind of bugs me off because for the very reason, this secludes me from the personality that I show to other people. Yeah, I am bipolar; almost schizophrenic; a victim of paranoia. Please, render me something to get through this feeling. Sometimes, I used to see myself in the characters of some television shows I watch. It’s not unusual, but I just came to a point where I envy them because I’m no one. No one’s interested on me. There’s none a thing. I have this feeling that if they just give me a chance to get to know me, they will like me, but at the back of my mind, I don’t think so. I’m not everybody’s sweetheart, neither a big bad brat. Well, I used to play both, in my dreams, in which I have a hard time portraying. It’s cool to be mean and pitiful for some reasons, but it’s hard to maintain such. One might despise you to a point that he might dislike every single thing about you. Unfortunately, every critique matters to me. I feel indifferent when I hear bad things about me which I try to reconcile with and if I hear good feedbacks, I then became flattered. But at the end of the day, I still don’t know who I am. As soon as you’re reading this, you still don’t know who I am. A pretender, a chameleon, a destitute – I AM NOTHING. I don’t know if i can still prove to myself that i can be somebody. As years pass by, I feel like a candle slowly melting. My dreams, my plans, my everything, it seems to disappear in every little step I take. I always say I can do this, do those, but in the end, I get poor outputs which is very dissatisfactory. I want to kill my self – for many times – for being such a fiasco. L

I see myself not contributory to anybody. What I brought into this earth since I came into my senses, is just loads of garbage in terms of physically, socially, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I dealt none when it comes to goodwill. As you read this, you can see that my thoughts are quite cluttered and I am much derogatory to myself – all because I AM WORTHLESS. As I type this, I recalled that I should be writing about how loneliness affects my writing. But as I go through this, it seems like I’ve been hurting myself by bursting out, ranting out how foolish I am, how I do not deserve to live. I don’t know. I just keep my fingers type the letters and construct the thoughts. I don’t know. It’s automatic. I am sad – very sad. For no reason at all, I am sad. I don’t have a love life, I don’t have a best friend, and I don’t have anybody. Maybe because, there’s no one that I can talk to, the one I can breathe about my problems, I am just lonely. How poor this keyboard for experiencing rape from his rude owner because he is alone. The symptoms of being bipolar strike again. I want my inner soul to be free, to be loose. I’ve been carrying a lot – fucking lot. Please talk to me. Please. Please. Please.

I am miserable. Pathetic. Nevertheless, I am bored with what I am now - DISCONTENTED.

Falcon Hit Me Hard

The rage of the storm

Rushed so hard once again,

The chicken flood have strewn

Whilst my lonesome heart fluttered.

I never thought that this

Will be the point of my evoking

All the memories flashed back

All my wounds were hurting.

I saw people, people – they’re happy

And in front of the mirror,

I saw my face jealous,

Obnoxious and full o’ misery.

As the drops of rain fell,

Tears brushed onto my eyes

As bygones be bygones

I knew, can’t be mine.

Stop all this mess

Crap all this stress;

How lucky are you,

To have this lucky dew

How poor am I,

Elbow greasing for a life.

I [don't] Play God (Chapter 8)

Chapter 8 – The Left Out

“Love knows no sexes, knows no formula, only love knows happiness.”

—Thou seek love for your own fulfillment, not for the sake of other’s contentment.—

“Layville! Layville! Go, Chameleons! Rock, Chameleons! Ah ah, ahoy! L.U. Chameleons score!”

The wild cheer practice of the L.U. pep squad was growling all over the gymnasium. It was very powerful and very bombarding. They will surely win the next national cheering competition as the coaching skill of Ms. Riza was very good and Agatha’s leadership skill was very enthusiastic. Thirty minutes later, a water break was ordered by the coach. Agatha walked toward her sports bag as she noticed somebody viewing them throughout their practice. She carefully walked toward the silhouette as if it was a serial killer trying to hide away from her. A few steps more, she was quite near to him. As she stepped further, the guy ran away from his place. She tried to catch him, but he was quick. His face was not familiar to him, assuming that it was a freshman or a student from other college. She decided to go back for she did not see the guy again.

“Where did you go?” asked Belinda, another cheerleader.

“At the back. I saw someone looking to us from afar. I’m just trying to figure out who it was, but he ran away,” she explained.

“Don’t mind him. That’s just a jerk. Do not think of it anymore, okay?” so they went toward their bags while waiting for the next set of practice. Sophia and Agatha still have their dispute because of Theodore. She seemed to be sad knowing that Sophia has a grudge over her. She wanted to reconcile with her, but Sophia didn’t want her since they were born.

On her way to her purple jaguar XKR convertible, she saw a commotion happening near her car. She walked to see and check what was really going on. A guy, who seemed to be familiar with him, was bullied by two other guys. The two guys were quite smaller than the guy who was bullied. They were mocking him and trying to annoy him. She saw his reaction and she thought he’s not happy with what they’re doing.

“Ugh, excuse me guys, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but do you know what you guys are doing to him?” she asked courteously.

“Oh, bud, look at the girl in front of us, it’s Agatha, the star student,” said the guy who wears a blue football jacket with a star design on its back and a white stripes on its sleeves. He was kinda dark, and medium built.

“Yeah, she’s really hot… Look at you, chicks!” said the other guy who wears a black cardigan with a large red horizontal stripes in his t-shirt plus his faded jeans. Among the three, he’s the whitest.

“Can you please stop this?” Agatha said.

“Stop what?” the dark guy said.

“Stop bullying him, please?”

“Bud, we got to go. You kid, we’re not yet done, wimpy kid,” the white guy said. “Sorry, Miss Agatha.”

“Are you alright?” Agatha asked the guy.

“I’m fine. I’m Timothy.”

“You know what, you look familiar.”

“Familiar? Why?” wondered Timothy.

“I have seen you before, I just don’t know where.”

“Maybe I have a look alike,” smiled Timothy.

Based from Agatha’s observations, Timothy stands six feet tall because they are almost equal as he straightly stood up. He has a brown hair, thick brows, and he has a tanned skin. He seemed to be a vain with the way he dressed up. He bid his goodbye to Agatha and she went to her car as Timothy walked away. By the way it looks, Timothy was a cowardly kid who’s afraid to face the world.

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“This day was so different from my usual day,” sighed Timothy. “Agatha Serrano, my hero,” he continued. He entered the gate of their house. It was a bungalow type and the paint used in the house was only light brown and ash white which gave a mysterious ambience to the antique house of the Montez’.

“Hey Tim! How’s your day?” his dad asked.

“It’s fine. Nothing new,” he replied as he put his brown messenger’s bag on the teal sofa near the door. He also removed his shoes and socks and worn his slippers.

“How boring your life is, Tim, I told you, join the football team to spice up your college life. If you’re a jock, you’ll be a star and a lot of girls will run after you,” his dad advised as he finished fixing the pipe in the kitchen.

“Dad, I don’t need that. I’m okay with who I am in school.”

“Do you really want to be a ghost in your class? Some don’t notice you and some don’t really know you at all?”

“You know dad, as long as I pass the exams, I’m fine. I have no problem if I have friends or none.”

“Son…” His dad has something to say, but he quickly butted in to prevent what he’s about to say.

“Not again! You always want to compare me with your old self. Yes, in your time, you are the hot jock, you are favorable by your teachers, you are… you are everything. And it pisses me a lot when I always hear that same old story,” Timothy angrily said. “I’m going to my room. I’ll study.”

“Timothy, aren’t you going to eat?” asked his dad just to change the topic.

“No! I already ate my dinner,” he shouted. He was already upstairs.

Since he was a child, he grew up with the guidance of his strict, but good father. His mother was working abroad to satisfy their needs. When he was eight, his sister, Melanie died because of leukemia. His father couldn’t take what happened, so he decided to quit his job. From then on, he became stricter to his only son, Timothy. He was that encouraging to Tim when he joined contests and other activities, but it was Tim who really dislikes joining those. When he reached high school, he became indisposed with his studies. He gained no friends aside from Luigi, his best friend. But Luigi died in a car accident when they are in second year. He really laid low with the death of his best friend, that’s why he really became reclusive to others. His dad wanted to regain his only child, but his method was wrong. Through the years, he had given him a wrong frontispiece of life. He insisted things he doesn’t like. And he was so strict and chauvinistic which pushed Timothy to a life miserably enough for him to suffer. Now, Timothy was somewhat a rebel to himself and confusion brought him to the road less chosen.

He was about to go to school when he was seen by somebody.

“Hey!” shouted by the voice. Timothy looked in all the direction to locate whose voice owns that. He traced it; it was coming inside the car. As he looked closer, it was Agatha. “Will I take you for a ride?” she asked.

He looked at his back to be sure that he was the one Agatha’s been referring to. “S-sure. Thanks.” Timothy, a little bit hesitated, went inside the car. He didn’t know what to feel, but he was comfortable joining with Agatha.

“What year are you? What course?” asked Agatha.

“Sophomore. Culinary arts. You s-still remember me?”

“Of course I do, I met you yesterday, right?”

“Yep. Thank you by the way.”

“No problem. Why were you bullied by those guys, if you don’t mind?” Agatha queried.

“Oh, my classmates? It’s because I did not let them copy my work. That’s why.”

“But why did you let them do that to you?”

“Because I can do nothing,” Tim quietly answered.

“Don’t you have friends in school?”

“None.”

“Don’t worry, from now on, I will be your friend.”

“R-really? Thanks,” Tim said with an enlightened face.

“You know what, you look very timid. Why?”

“I’m just nervous. I know no one outside our class.”

“That’s okay. As you go to higher years, you’ll meet plenty of friends. I was like you last year.”

“But you’re very popular in school.”

“Popularity is different from friendship. I was just popular in the eyes of many because I am the cheer captain, but if not, I’m just an ordinary schoolgirl. I’m fine having my best friend with me who really knows me well.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It is. Besides, having too much friends is not the true basis for being a true friend or  being a good person, it is the cleanliness of your heart that will show how good you are.”

“I agree. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“You will apply? None. Haha.”

“No. J It’s just the guy who will capture your heart is the luckiest.”

“Oh hey, we’re already here. Let’s go now,” she invited Timothy to go down and the two went to their respective classes.

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“Okay class, it’s a week ago and we’re going to celebrate the annual CollteaB. Are you ready to meet Mt. Crookeley?” Mr. Fernando asked his Economics students.

“Yes, sir!” The class answered lively.

“Okay, before we start our lesson for today, I would like to congratulate Ms. Agatha Serrano for garnering the highest score on our exam. Besides, she’s also the highest in the reporting I gave last week. Let’s give her a round of applause,” Mr. Fernando said while ordering Agatha to stand in front, but she just stood up and sat again.

“Congratulations,” Theodore said as she sat down.

“T-thanks,” she responded shortly. A sudden heartbeat was felt by her the moment she replied. That was her worst feeling ever.

“Will you want me to treat you?” Theodore offered, hoping that Agatha will say yes.

“Treat what?” she nervously answered back.

“Lunch? Dinner? Whatever you want. It is your day.”

“Lunch. Deal?” she answered surprisingly.

“R-really? Yes!” Theodore exclaimed. He didn’t expect that. That will be his greatest lunch ever.

“Mr. Montez? What’s the matter?” Mr. Fernando curiously asked as Theodore’s loud voice was heard by everybody, even Sophia.

“Ugh, sir? Matter? Matter is a substance of the universe that has mass, occupies space, and is convertible to energy,” he naively answered. Everybody laughed with his answer. His serious face made it very funny. Agatha also giggled with what he said.

“Mr. Montez, what am I asking is what is your problem there. I’m not asking what the meaning of matter is. Oh my glorious God, are you in love?” Mr. Fernando said with his eyes boggled.

“Am I, sir? Yeah. Almost,” he answered infatuatedly.

Everybody was overjoyed except for one, Sophia. Her brows were all up high like a viper ready to coil her prey.

“Okay. Cut that class. I have another announcement. There is only one student who failed in this class, I’m sorry,” Mr. Fernando said. “It was you Ms. Abbe. I’m sorry you failed.”

“But sir…” Sophia desperately tried to please her prof, but it seemed that he couldn’t do anything to pull her grades up.

“Okay Ms. Abbe, I’ll give you another chance. You’ll be helping the CollteaB team in organizing things. Your task is not ordinary so you must do well for you to pass. That’s all guys. Let’s proceed to our topic,” said the bald professor. He then continued his boring lecture.

I [don't] Play God (Chapter 7)

Chapter 7 – The Pushover

“Never climb a wall if you are afraid to fall.”

—If you are going to fight for something, be sure not to fight for nothing. Mind all the efforts, that’s pretty smart, if you do.—

“Karl! What happened? Who’s on the line?” Mrs. Serrano asked.

“Nothing, aunt. Wrong number, I-I g-guess,” Karlos nervously answered. His heart stumbled when he heard it was Bettina. After their dinner, he was restless for the rest of the night. He didn’t know what to think, he didn’t even know what to do.

“What am I going to do? Oh no! Not now. Not anymore. Karlos, you don’t love her anymore. You don’t, and you will never be. What about Dorothy? I am falling for her. Yes Karlos, you are. No, you are not falling, you are really in love with her,” Karlos said frantically to himself while walking over and over again into a circular motion. “Come on! You look so stupid Karlos. Stop talking to yourself, Karlos!” he said to the reflection on the mirror inside his bathroom. He was very worried of what might happen with his feelings for Dorothy if Bettina will take the scene.

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Sophia Abbe was walking through the corridor as she saw Agatha from a distance. She instantly dialed someone’s number to talk to. Twenty steps, nineteen, eighteen, fifteen, twelve, ten steps – she’s now ten steps closer to her utmost rival.

“Gotcha!” Sophia said when the number on the other line received her call. “Hello? Hi! How are you? Yeah, I missed you already. How are you doing, Hun? Yeah, did you take your breakfast? Yeah, Ahahaha. You’re kidding. You’re so awesome. Smooches. Bye. Take care,” said Sophia as Agatha precisely crossing her way and hearing all parts of the conversation. Sophia just raised her brows as she saw Agatha’s very beautiful face. She was so envious with the girl’s beauty.

“Pick me up later, Theodore.” That’s the last words spoken by Sophia as they passed each other. For some reason, it echoed again and again on the poor cheer captain’s head. She was really containing something wrong, but her nerve cells won’t work. What the hell is the only thing mind couldn’t confer? Never mind.

She reached her first class after walking too long. She entered her first class of the day, Economics. Mr. Fernando assigned topics for them to report and she was ready for it, as expected. Mr. Fernando was a bit late; he entered the class 13 minutes after the bell rang.

“Okay. Class, are you ready for your reports? I bet you do because this will be your 50% in the class participation. All those who fail to report, will simply fail, not unless you pass the exams. On the other hand, the reporter who will do good will see a bright mark by the end of this semester. That’s how it is,” Mr. Fernando introduced. “I would like to see all of you take the qualifying exams for your course so better pass this Economics class. Do I make myself clear?”

A roaring yes was heard from the class. They really found Economics boring. Nobody liked it as a subject. Who does in the first place? Agatha was third in line for the reporting. First was done. The second was next. She wasn’t nervous at all in reporting, but it seemed like somebody was pushing her to get nervous.

“Ms. Serrano, present now your report and start discussing. Class, keep your eyes wide open, and your mouth tightly shut,” said by Mr. Fernando, expecting that Agatha will stand out with her presentation.

“…The reorganization of the government of our country is the best way to diminish the economical set back of our country. It has been proven within South American countries like Mexico and Argentina,” she was reporting gently and decisively not until her eyes hit Theodore’s. She lost her concentration as he smiled reluctantly to her. Such a debonair! She was frozen to where she stands as the magical smile of a very charming guy knocked her entireness. She looked over her other classmates before she continued speaking. Most of them were dumbfounded by her brilliance. Even Mr. Fernando was astounded by her report. While the others are listening, the only girl busy doing other nonsense things was Sophia. She didn’t bother to listen to a loser, according to her, like Agatha. Her wisdom was enough to amaze everyone, as to her belief. Few seconds passed and Agatha suddenly lost her consciousness. The class was startled. It gone beyond their expectation.

“Guys, bring her immediately to the clinic! Rapido!” Mr. Fernando ordered.

“What happened?” asked Sophia to her seatmate.

“Agatha fainted. I hope she’s fine,” she replied.

“Wish not. If she’s sick, I will now be the captain,” Sophia said to her mind. “Where are you going?” said she as she turned over to Theodore who appeared to follow where Agatha has been brought.

“I’ll check if she’s alright,” he firmly said.

“She will, stay and sit down,” she said. Theodore gave a disconcerted look on her as his reply.

“If you leave, we’re over,” Sophia threatened.

“There’s nothing to get over with, we’re never together.” Theodore turned his back and rapidly went to the clinic. Mr. Fernando tried to stop him, but he failed. Sophia, sitting irritably, was so helpless not to do anything to stop him and felt embarrassed because of the dismay Theodore has given.

Clinic.

Agatha, still having pain on her head, tried to open her eyes and know what happened. As she moved a little bit, Theodore was rattled. He called the clinic nurse to check out the now conscious Agatha.

“Are you alright?” Theodore rned Theodore asked. Their face went too close when Agatha accidentally turned not knowing of his presence. They are just one breath away as that moment. It was the longest two seconds of their lives as they relished each other. The choirs of angels went down from the heavens for Theodore. “O-oh. Oh no. I think you’re okay now,” Theodore uneasily answered his question.

Still in shock, Agatha raised her body trying to go back to the classroom.

“I-I must go now. Nurse, did Mr. Fernando go here?” she asked the nurse who happily nodded at her. She also told Agatha that her report was okay, coming from her professor, and gave her some forms to fill up.

Meanwhile, as she went out of the clinic, Theodore followed her. He assisted her all the way to their room.

“What do you want? Don’t you understand your status? You’re with Sophia so stop acting like you want something from me,” Agatha said, slightly irritated.

“What are you saying?”

“You and Sophia are dating, right?”

“W-what?”

“You heard me.”

“Yes, he heard you and all that you said is true,” said by some voice somewhere in the corridor. “So do not intervene with what we have, okay?” It’s Sophia. She went directly to Theodore and wrapped her arms around his. “Stay away from us.”

“Don’t say that to me, say it to your guy,” Agatha answered back.

“Theodore, let’s go, we still have our class.”

“No. First of all, we’re not dating. Second, I will not go with you. And lastly, never threaten Agatha or else…” Theodore solidly responded. He then walked out and disappeared. Agatha still didn’t know what was happening and she’s trying to ignore all these.

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“What happened with you, huh?” Sophia asked.

“Never ever talk to me that way. Do not flirt with me because I will refuse you because I never liked you ever since,” Theodore said.

“No, never do that to me,” Sophia begged.

“I forgave you when you followed me to the coffee shop and sat with me, thinking it was a date. And also, when you called me up without asking permission if I will be glad if you ask my number from somebody. But assuming that I have feelings for you and acting like something happened, that’s too much. I found it offensive. So please, stop it. You know for sure, I have feelings for Agatha, if you don’t like her, then, never like me too. I have to go,” Theodore said to Sophia, leaving her mouth open, not saying anything.

**Whistle blown**

“Ms. Abbe! Don’t be a fool there! Practice time,” said Ms. Riza, the cheerleading coach of Layville University.

“Yes, I’m coming.”

“Never act like that with anybody. Be strong, lass,” advised Ms. Riza.

“Even with any other hunk there with oozing sexy body?” Sophia joked.

“You slut. Go back to the practice.”

Gymnasium.

“So you want war?” Sophia talked to Agatha while standing, jumping, clapping with their pom-poms, and cheering out loud.

“What do you mean by war? I’m a peaceful person,” she calmly replied.

“Thought you’re the brightest student? You know what I mean, guy snatcher,” Sophia retorted. “Back off with Theodore. He’s all mine.”

“Then take him. I don’t like him. Never interrupt me cheering with your silly girl talk.” She smiled with sarcasm.

“You’re rude. Liar! Arrrgh!” Sophia threw her pom-poms and tried to hurt the harmless Agatha. When she’s about to be hit by her envious archrival, Sophia’s arm was clasped by Ms. Riza.

“Catfight. I hate that. Go to the principal’s office.”

“But, Ms.! She was the one who started it,” Sophia denied.

“Now!” Coach Riza yelled.

“I never wanted things like that. If you don’t want to go to the office, say sorry to your captain!” Ms. Riza commanded.

“I won’t.”

“Then, you know where to go, dear.”

Sophia, full of disgust, went to her somehow favorite place in the campus, the principal’s office.

“You may not love me today, but I’m pretty sure, in time, you will,” she said to herself and went on walking.

I [don't] Play God (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6 – The Jeopardy

“The third party is not always the suspect, most of the times they are the victim.”

—Never go onto something with a second thought, that’s dangerous.—

It is 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Karlos was lying down on a nearby shady tree beside the Serrano’s home. He was just thinking – thinking of something about his past, about all that he had done. Suddenly, Dorothy was walking inside the Serrano’s to fetch Agatha. She was silently walking, not making any noise, she noticed Karlos. She tried to surprise him, but it was the other way around. She looked closely to the guy, Karlos’ eyes were closed, his lips were also tight closed, and when she moved a little bit closer, boo! Karlos’ eyes opened and Dorothy was shocked with what she saw, his eyeballs were rolled up, leaving only the white portion of his eyes. Dorothy was terrified with what she saw. She almost cried out loud without uttering any single word. She thought she might die at any moment, she was that panicky to react that much. Before she caught her relief, Karlos laughed so hard after seeing the poor lass’ reaction. He picked her thick eyeglass, which fell down after she was thrown away with shock. Dorothy became angry with the trick Karlos did.

“You’re not funny, aren’t you?” said Dorothy while fixing herself as she stood up from the lawn.

“But your reaction is,” he suavely answered. “You are a lot prettier if you are under terror,” he continued.

“You know what, I thought we will be in really good terms, but you know what, cut yourself because we are ENEMIES. E-N-E-M-I-E-S,” spelled Dorothy with putting much pressure whenever she’s saying and/or spelling the word enemies.

“Hey, that’s just a joke.”

“But it isn’t funny.”

“I’m sorry!”

“Well, you’re not. You’re rude.”

“I’m not.”

“Then die.”

Dorothy walked out of the Serrano’s, but she was slow enough to catch by Karlos. He grabbed her shoulders and she was instantly caught by Karlos’ strong muscular arms.

“You’re not going anywhere, alright?” Karlos said as he again flashed his killer smile.

“Let me out. You’re out of your mind.” Dorothy still tried to shrug the guy off, but her prowess was insufficient to match the guy’s. She was now regretting that she did not take up her karate lessons that her dad insisted.

“No. You are just freaked out.”

“I did. It’s all because of you, so thank you!” she sarcastically said. She was still wrapped around him, face to face. She didn’t know what to do. She also didn’t want to make a scene, but what she felt was really disturbing. As they continued the same position, her heart was mumbling something she couldn’t anticipate. It also started to pond so fast that The Flash would be ashamed of himself.

“I-I’m s-sorry, okay?” He slowly detached his arms from the poor girl’s body. His face blushed because Dorothy was about to cry. He didn’t know that she was that weak with things like that. She was continuously gawked with Karlos and she didn’t know why, but she really was. They stood up looking at each other, tight-lipped.

“I’m really sorry. I-I just recalled my ex-girlfriend. Ah, I just like her reaction whenever I do that. I’m really sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you or what… I-I really don’t know. I hope you can still forgive me. Another chance, I mean. Will you?” Karlos humbly explained; he was so guilty.

“You don’t have to explain. It’s already done. You don’t know my traumatic experience, that’s alright. Just don’t do it again,” Dorothy, now calmed, unconsciously uttered. She again tried to get out of Agatha’s home.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving,” she said shortly. She walked demurely and glanced once again to Karlos whom she left alone. She was surprised to see tears falling from his eyes. It’s her first time to see a real man cry. She felt culpable for that, so she went back to where the guy is.

“Don’t be so gay. Why are you crying?” She tried to cool down the aura around them. She felt doomed on that wild afternoon.

“Nothing. I just missed Bettina.”

“Is she your ex?”

“Yeah. The one I loved most.”

“Why did you break up?”

“It is because she’s leaving.”

As Karlos continued telling his story, they sat on the floor, trying to relax them. Dorothy tried to cool down the intense emotions of Karlos.

“She and I were together for two years. She’s been a constant honor student while I’m a surfing champion way back. She’s the breadwinner of their family. And the bacon is always on hers,” he continued. Dorothy, on the other hand, was just looking at Karlos while absorbing his story. “When we were fourth year, we promised that we will be together in college. But that promise was broken into pieces. Our plans shattered when her greatest dream came in – a scholarship in Stateford University.”

“What’s the problem with that?” she butted in.

“I’m happy for her. It’s an achievement. The problem is our connection with each other. And yes, after graduation, she flew there and I was left in our town with my surfboard. Few months later, our relationship went on the rocks. Problems that we found hard to handle arouse. And few months ago, I have received a note from her. It was an official letter of her breaking up with me. She had another guy then on. It really torn my heart into pieces. I was so desolated with what I have learned. That’s one of the main reasons why I move here,” Karlos declared. “That’s why I really felt guilty when I hurt you, twice. I don’t want to see anybody sad, anybody hurt, because I already felt it. I want this world to have a hate-free country,” he added.

His sad story made Dorothy cried. She hugged him so tight that made Karlos blush again. In return, he also hugged her.

“I promise you, I will never hurt you. Not any time of the day,” she clearly said.

Dorothy’s day ended without knowing that Agatha was already out of the house waiting for her – for several hours.

Dorothy’s bed.

She’s thinking what had happened that afternoon. She knew that she already love Karlos the first time he spoke. In any way it is, all she knew is in the phrase I Love You, “you” is Karlos, but something in her heart said that there is a hesitating factor about loving him. Yes, technically, Karlos and Bettina were over, but in the guy’s heart, Bettina’s caress still lingers. She didn’t know what to do. One thing’s for sure, at a very short period of time, Agatha’s right; she fell in love with Karlos.

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The Serrano’s were eating their dinner happily.

“Karl, you didn’t tell me D was just here in the house, I’ve been calling and waiting for her for hours,” Agatha started the talk.

“I don’t know she’s looking for you, we had a talk here and she didn’t mention it. She forgot maybe because of me,” Karlos defended Dorothy.

“Well, maybe you had a great time. It’s a blessing in disguise. What happened?” Agatha smiled at him.

“Nothing much.”

“Hmmmmm. Jillian, did you saw Dorothy and Karlos together?” Agatha asked her sister Jillian.

“Nope. Haven’t caught them. Maybe in time I will,” Jillian facetiously answered.

They were having a good time talking together, when a phone call came in.

**Ring! Ring!**

“I will answer that. Excuse me.” Karlos stood up and walked to answer the call. “Serrano’s residence, who’s this?” he said.

“Can I talk to Karlos Monreal? Is he there?” the girl on the other line answered.

“Speaking. Who’s this?”

“It’s Bettina. Bettina Dantes, still remember?”

He was shocked with what he heard. Bettina’s back.


“R-really?” he answered obnoxiously.