“Allyne.”
“Allyne.”
“Huh?” I asked, snapping back to reality.
Where am I?
Right, I’m here at my choir practice. I hear some of my choir mates practicing their lines while our instructor is out. I must have been drifting off for a long while already that I didn’t even realize that it’s almost 6:00 pm.
“Gee, you really seem distracted,” I heard a voice behind me speak. I turned around and I met the face of my friend, Drew.
“Says who?” I retorted lightly.
“By me. See, you’re actually singing but you’re not into the song. What’s wrong with you?” He told me, his eyes piercing mine.
Drew is really a good guy. Very wacky and silent at the same time, he’s got this atmosphere as if he’s reading into your mind. We’ve been friends for quite some time now so it does not surprise me that he can clearly see through me.
“It’s him again, isn’t it?” He asked me though he made it sound like an actual statement.
Who can blame him for knowing? Well, it’s not that I’m really that obvious but I really like the person Drew’s talking about and I don’t know the reason.
“What are you talking about?” I snapped rather too loudly that I got the attention of my other choir mates. I muttered an apology and turned to Drew who is fixing his contact lenses.
“Don’t be funny. As If I don’t know that you’re already dying inside seeing that Andreeya toy with his feelings and you can do nothing about it because you don’t want to ruin your golden friendship with him. That you actually want to be more than his mathematics-teaching best friend.” He hissed at me though his eyes are squinting without his contact lenses on.
You’re right, Drew. Absolutely right.
“I know what I’m doing, Drew. I appreciate the concern but you’re in no position to say such things to me.” I told Drew off, just in time as our instructor came back.
~~~
“See you tomorrow!”
Yikes. It’s 7:00 pm already. I need to rush home right now. My mom’s going to kill me.
Ring! Ring!
“Hello, Allyne here.” I said as I lifted my mobile phone to my ear.
“It’s Drew. Turn around.”
I did as I heard Drew’s voice from the other line. He’s standing in front of the entrance of the village park, his face illustrating pain and sadness. I placed my phone in my pocket and approached him. I know it’s already late for me but I can’t turn my back on a friend who is obviously in need of me.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t it that you’re house on the other way?” I asked him, trying to lighten up the mood with my chipper character.
All of the sudden, I found myself locked in Drew’s tight embrace. My eyes went wide but I told my self to calm down. I took it as his need for comfort and returned him a light embrace.
After a few moments, he let go of me yet one of his strong arms is still holding me on my waist. I looked into his eyes and saw a different set of orbs. With his face inches from mine, I can feel is calm breathing upon my cheek. What’s going on? Is this the Drew I know?
“Allyne, I’m tired of being your piano-playing choir mate and friend.” He told me, he’s eye confirming the conviction of his words.
My eyes went wide. I am not hearing this! Drew? What’s happening?
“I- I don’t get you…” I managed to stutter as I felt uncomfortable within his grip.
He took my right hand and lifted it to his left chest. I felt blood flushing from my body.
“Don’t you realize how I actually feel for you?”
As he said those words, I tore through the night, away from Drew, away from the park, away from everything. What is this? Some kind of a sick joke?
~~
“Darling, you’ve got a call.”
I heard my mom call through the door. Lazily, I opened the door and took the telephone from my mom and closed the door once again.
“Allyne here.”
“Something of the matter? Look, I’m sorry with what I’ve said earlier.”
“Oh. I should be the one who’s sorry because I promised to help you with math today.”
Thank heavens that it’s not Drew though it is the him – the guy I wished for – we had fought about.
“So, what’s with the sadness?” He asked me.
This is going to be a rough road before it starts.
1 comment:
Hey who's Drew first?? ...I haven't heard that name yet ^^
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