The next morning, i feel like a sloth. i’m late again. when i looked at my alarm clock. it’s 7:30. and my class is 7 sharp. i think i’ll be marked as FDA at my first class.. when i looked at my cellphone. a text from clarisse
“Hey, morning sis. wer are u na?.. it’s already 6:45. 15 minutes more sis. your
soo Über late! se yah later. mua.”
clarisse is such an early bird. i guess that’s what i like about her. she never tends to be late. huh. i don’t really want to get up. i feel like i never sleep for 2 days. but then i have to. when i’m about to enter the shower room. i remember nate, “missy, go home safe ok?” what’s with him. err. missy. erase. erase.erase. you’re late. you are incredibly late..
i decided again not to go to my first class cause when i arrived at my school, it’s 08:30. class dismissal. i walked into the cafeteria and texted clarisse that i’ll be there waiting for her. about a minute or two. there she was. yea. she’s fast. as in. fast.
“hey! sis!” she kissed my cheeks. “hey, so what happened?” i asked. “nothing, just another first project from prof gonzales.” she smiled. “whut the hell? another one?” i asked. “yes. sis. as if. you know his way. he’s just like. hmm.. what’s her name again?.. our professor in literature last sem?”
“mrs. torres clarisse.” i said. “yea.yea. i wonder where she is now.” “you don’t really have to wonder. she’s my prof in history..” “omg. sis! again! haha! wait. i’ll buy some food. what do you want?” she asked. “nahh. pancakes are enough. choco syrup.” “okay. well then. just wait aight?” “aight.”
again. my breakfast is pancakes with choco syrup.that’s what my stomach is craving. always. after 10 minutes. clarisse went back with our breakfast.
“hey sis, what time did you arrived?” she asked while giving me my pancakes. “8:30 sis, “-sigh. “what happened with you?. i mean yesterday? i’m sorry i left you alone. i was really feeling you know. after the break up.” she explained. “nothing sis. terrible day yesterday, i guess that’s my karma for laughing too you that much.” i said. “haha! let’s eat!” she smiled. “okay..”.
i was into thinking that. should i tell clarisse about nate?.. i asked my pancakes , and they didn’t reply.. silly me. okay. imma going to tell her.
“hey sis.” i said.. “whut?..” she asked. “yesterday, i bumped into someone..” “who?..” she asked. “blockmate in history”. “is he? or she?” she asked while laughing. “okay. you got me. i bumped into him and slipped..” “LMAO. sis. you’re crazy..” she said. “no. it was accidentally. his name’s nate..” i said.
“oh.. nate. haha. so?.. how do you find him?” she asked. with her looks that looks like “missy.. it’s your match. ” errh. “well. he’s cute.” i said. “weeeee! that’s it! missy.! it’s your match! you’ll soon be dead, ahah” she laughed. “cut it off! he’s chinito and cute and i don’t like him” i said. “whut the hell?..” she laughed.
“yes clarisse, whut the hell. you know me. hmm.. maybe.. you two can be. you know.. you want to meet him?” i laughed. “missy, your not funny..” she said. “oh c’mon clarisse.. i’ll set you two,, if you two clicked. you’ll going to cooked for me for 1 week. my favorite lasagna.” i said. “and if we don’t clicked?” she asked. “well. it’s up to you..” i said.
“hmm,, i’ll set you two on a date. and i’ll make him fall for you..” she laughed. “hey! that’s over bound.” i said. “okay, then, you’ll going to wash my clothes for one week. complete! with fabric conditioner..” she laughed. “okay. well then. it’s a deal.” i said. “DEAL.”
i wonder if it’s okay. we make a deal and nate doesn’t know about it. is that kinda mean or whut? naah.. the hell he care.. im soo excited about it. nyhahah. clarisse will be dead meat! yes. dead meat.
that afternoon. while i was waiting for clarisse. someone taps me on the shoulder. “hey..” yes, it’s nate. “hey!” i said. “going home?” he asked. “yes. im waiting for my friend.” i said “i see, so, i have to go. take care aight.” he said. and yes. i remember the deal.
”wait!” i said. “whut?” he asked. “hmm. would you mind if you’ll stay a bit longer? i want to introduce you to my friend..” i said. “okay..is your friend a guy? or a gal? ” he asked. “and why do you asked?” i asked. “well i was just wondering if..” “oh! here she comes!” i said.
“hey sis!” clarisse said. “hey..! clarisse. i want you to meet nate.. remember? the guy who i bumped into yesterday?” i said. “ahh.. yes. so you’re nate. i’m clarisse..” she reached her hand.. “yea! i’m nate..” and he reached his hand too..
“i’m sorry about yesterday. it was an accident that i bumped into missy..” he said. “oh! don’t worry. it’s nothing now. missy is strong. right sis.” she asked. “yeah. right. so. aren’t we going home?” i asked. “so c’mon..” clarisse said.
“so nate. where do you live?.” clarisse asked. nyahaha. nice move sis! this would be great! clarisse will be soon happy and dead meat. okay. im mean. but i guess it’s the only way for clarisse to forget about her stupid ex james. and i have no intention to make nate a “panakip-butas.” but rather to make clarisse happy. i know clarisse know what i’m thinking. and i’m happy that in some point. or rather in many point. she understands me.
were in the bus stop where me and nate stood yesterday.. okay. nate is also.. whut? he’s from clarisse village? OMG. this is it! peerfect as i planned. this would be great. i’ll have my supply of lasagna for one week. i decided to go home by myself and let nate take clarisse home.
“hey guys, i remember i have something to buy. well. see yah around..” i said. “wait, missy. ” clarisse said. “why? ” i asked. “what about?” clarisse looked at nate.. “oh! ah.. nate if you don’t mind.?” i asked. “okay. i’ll take clarisse home. were in the same village aight.” he asked clarisse. ”yea” clarisse said.
“okay then. byee!” i enter the bus and saw again nate waving goodbye.. Whut the hell is with him. yes! missy! it’s a way too fassst! yer stomach will be glad to eat lasagna’s for one week! good job! good job!
