《daggers》daggers #8
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kyla cheerfully said as she tapped my left shoulder.
i politely declined.
she said as she clung her hand on my left arm while shaking it.
oo nga pala, sinabi ko sa kanyang student assistant ako ni sir stell. paano kasi, tanong ng tanong kung bakit daw araw-araw akong pumupunta sa faculty ni sir stell kahit may mga days na wala naman kaming schedule sa kanya. napaka-kulit, fleece lang.
i faced her and asked. she started twirling her hair with her finger in a flirty manner.
she giggled. ugh, nakakairita.
kyla suddenly gasped as she looked at me, as if she thought of a great idea.
WHAT THE FUCK ?? WHY IN HELL WOULD I DO THAT ??
instead of lashing out on her, i preferred to stay timid instead. totoo naman. hindi naman talaga ako aware kung may jowa si sir stell o wala. sana wala, though. ems.
i raised my eyebrow at her. joke lang. syempre curious ako, kunwari lang hindi para tumigil na 'to. T___T
kyla pouted and shrugged. she waved cheerfully and started to walk away.
oh, shit. what the fuck am i thinking? don't say it, jah. it's stupid. what the fuck.
whatever.
i said which made kyla stop in her tracks. she looked at me, surprise evident on her face.
tangina, ano nanaman 'tong ginawa ko? T___T
kyla immediately walked towards me and clung her hand on my arm again. she pleaded while shaking my arm. god, anong sasabihin ko ngayon?
a booming voice suddenly filled the room. since kyla and i were the only ones left inside, it was quiet and any sound can be easily heard. we both looked towards the direction where the voice came from─by the door.
... and then there he stood, in all his glory; the bright light from outside the room shines upon him, making him appear in only like a silhouette. but goddamn, i know that figure. that's sir stell.
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seems like kyla suddenly felt intimidated by our professor's presence that she immediately let go of my arm and stood a meter away from me. sir stell entered the room and stopped at a breathable distance infront of me and my blockmate.
he asked.
kyla said and ran away.
pota, ngayon kaming dalawa naman si sir naiwan dito. maiihi na yata ako.
sir stell faced me and his eyebrow rose up, probably questioning me as well.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO SAY T____T
he crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his shoe on the floor, seemingly waiting for a proper answer from me. ano bang gusto nito ni sir? anong sasabihin ko? huhu
i finally managed to say while fidgeting my fingers.
ano ba sir bakit ang chismoso mo today? T___T
sir stell said in a poker face but it's too obvious to me that he's just preventing himself to laugh.
sige na nga, sabihin ko na. kay kyla naman talaga galing 'to e. na-curious lang din ako. hmp.
my voice faded and i think sir stell didn't hear me properly.
i said, loud and clear. but wait....
i can clearly see how this man infront of me is enjoying this right now.
sir naman e. bigwasan nalang kaya kita para matapos na hsjdvdkshsj charot po.
he placed his hands in his pocket and spoke while nodding slowly.
i nodded.
gusto ko nang magpakain sa lupa. saan ba nanggagaling 'tong mga pinagsasasabi ko?
sir stell laughed while covering his mouth with his fist. i really find that mannerism of his to be lovely. ...or maybe he's just lovely. SHUT YOUR MIND, JUSTIN DE DIOS.
he nodded. he gave me an awkward smile after saying that.
is he asking me to eat lunch with him ??? yes, he is !!! ay... kaso...
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sir stell nodded as his face softened. he gave me a small smile and a wave before walking away.
he almost got out of the room before a question suddenly popped up in my head and here i am again, wondering where all this courage is coming from.
he immediately faced me.
i took a few steps closer to him.
his eyebrows met,
he chuckled again. ang pogi mo pls.
i was left dumbfounded so i just nodded. he nodded as well and started to leave but before he could, he turned around once again.
sir stell winked and finally left.
my heart was beating so loud at that moment. buti nalang umalis na si sir stell kundi baka marinig niya e. how the fuck can this man drive me crazy and keep me sane both at the same time?
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