The next day, I did not receive a single text from Wright. We are not on campus today because it is Saturday. This is the day that Wright will attend Raquel because it's her brother's birthday. I trust Wright. I know he won't break my trust. To keep negative thoughts out of my mind, I try to do my projects and homework. The midterm is near and I have the scholarship to secure.
Even though I kept myself busy with school works, I still waited for his text messages or call until late at night. I couldn't stand it anymore, I called him myself. Minutes before he answered the call, "Babe."
I frowned when I noticed the noise in his background. Is his radio on?
"Where are you?" I asked coldly. My voice is calm but he gets it. I lay down on the bed and hugged my pillow while the cellphone was on my ear.
"I don't want to lie to you, Melissa. But—"
"Hey, Wright! Let's go! Raquel is calling us!" I heard the voice of a man in the background who seemed to be just next to Wright.
My eyebrows met. Raquel? What the what?!
"You broke your promise," I said, emphasizing every word. My blood is also rising with anger.
"No— err, yes! But Fier forced me! He said too much and now I’m here. Please don’t be mad." He took a deep breath. "Babe... we should spend time with our friends. The world doesn’t revolve with just the two of us. You know—"
"That’s fine, I get it. Have fun, alright?" I said sarcastically.
I didn’t wait for his response and ended the call. To make sure that he won’t call back, I switched my phone off.
When I woke up the next morning I was frowning and my cellphone was still off. I hate Wright. I'm so fucking pissed. I trusted him but he betrayed me. I wasn't born yesterday, of course, I know what will happen if he gets drunk! I knew she would make a way to him from me! That flirty bitch!
I am currently sweeping our yard to remove the fallen leaves. I was about to put the dried leaves in the dustpan when someone suddenly blew a horn. To my surprise, I let go of the dustpan and the leaves spread all over the place again. I was ready to shout at the owner but my tongue twitched when I noticed the familiarity of the car.
The mighty Wright Agoncillo. A Black Lamborghini was parked on the side of our yard. Every passerby inevitably looks at his car with envy in their eyes. He is standing outside the driver's seat, looking as handsome as ever. He is wearing a black shirt, black pants, and a white cap. If I'm not mad at him, I would have thrown myself to this fucking cutie, but no, I held on to my pride.
I managed to maintain my blank expression even if I tempted to put my arms around him. I avoided his gaze and returned to my chores. I heard him took a deep breath and walked towards me.
He stood in front of me. I walked back to have enough distance between us. "What are you doing here?"
"Let's talk." He said calmly. He tried to grab my arm but I immediately pulled it away. His lips parted because of my reaction.
"How's the party?" I said sarcastically.
"Babe…" Don't 'babe' me! "Stop your sarcasm and hear my explanation. Please."
I took a deep breath and looked at him coldly. "No need. I understand. I agree with what you've said last night. We should have time for our friends."
"Don't use that tone on me, Melissa. I know we have an issue here—"
His hand ran through his hair. He looks sexy as hell! "Trust issue, babe. Trust. You know— You see, you don't trust me at all."
"Wow! I don't trust you? Really? How can you say that, Mister Agoncillo?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You're jealous and angry when I'm with a woman. Is it really necessary to explain to you before a woman can approach me?"
I am his girlfriend, am I not?
"I trust you if that's what you want to know." I lowered my voice so that Grandma wouldn't hear what I had to say. "The one I don’t trust are those bitches!"
"Is it my fault you made your boyfriend attractive?" The fuck!?
My eyebrows met and I pressed my lips together. He only annoys me even more. "Leave. Now. Before I shove your balls in your throat."
He stood there, dumbfounded. And then he swallowed. "Sounds very painful."
"But I'm not going anywhere, babe. No, I don't want a breakup or space. We'll fix this and set some rules if needed." He approached me and whispered. "Get dressed first. We're going somewhere. We'll talk there."
"How sure are you that I'll come with you?"
"Come on, baby. Please, I’m begging. Don't be stubborn."
Since I am a very kind person, I feel sorry for him. I smirked at him before turning away. "Fine."
"Thank you so much." Tsk!
After I got dressed, I told Grandma that I would be leaving for a while. I left the house. Wright, on the other hand, was leaning against his expensive car.
He opened the passenger seat door when he saw me walking towards him. "Let's go, shall we?"
I gave him a cold gaze and go inside the car. He slowly closed it and walk back to the driver's seat. He drove while I was just staring out of the car. We arrived at a park. He removed his seatbelt so I removed mine. I didn't wait for him to open the door for me. He looks defeated when I did that. He held my hand but I pulled it away. I walk to the swing first. I sat there and Wright kneeled in front of him.
He cupped my face and his thumb caressed my cheek. “Melissa, I had to go to that party because the band was going to be performing for Rowie.”
"It's her eighteenth birthday. Racky just wants the performance to be given to Rowie," he added.
I was speechless.
"Babe, are you list—"
"Yes," I said not looking at him.
His wild eyes met mine. My heartbeat quickened.
"Rowie hasn't heard Racky perform ever since she studied in Canada. And she wanted to meet her our band." He put the hair that covered my face. "Babe, I'm not cheating. I'm not. Can't you see that I'm trying so hard to put up with your standards? Given the circumstances, I don't want to let you go."
I was probably so jealous that I felt like I was losing trust in him. I’ll admit, I’ve been insecure with women approaching here. Big boobs and not afraid to show body. I think those are his types. I'm afraid Wright might be taken away from me. I love him. He was the first man I loved. I'm afraid I'll lose him.
"I believe you." I looked at him directly. I touched his cheek and caressed it. "I told you, I trust you. I'm sorry for being paranoid, babe. Sorry for doubting you. I don’t want to lose you too. I was just—"
“Insecure. Yes, I am aware, baby. That’s why I’m trying to show you that you’re the only one for me.” He said as he kissed my palm.
His face came closer and he looked at my lips. He smiled foolishly. "Let's go to my condominium."
"What are we going to do there?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
He laughed and pinched the tip of my nose. "You can teach me how to play the drums, rock princess."
"You're in for a challenge, Mister Agoncillo?" Yup! I know how to play the drums! It's my thing!
He wrinkled his nose. "Oh. I feel insulted. Maybe you're just not good at teaching, Miss Quizon."
"Wow! Let’s have a bet. You won't learn the most basic I'm going to teach you."
I’ve taught him a few times before, but he still doesn’t get the beats. His arms are getting tangled and still confused.
"A bet, I like that. It sounds interesting."
“What are the prices?" He said playfully.
He stood up and pulled me upright as well. He took both my hands and hugged my waist. "When I win, I can go second base."
He chuckled. "Second base means, I can touch your boobs, legs, hip—"
"Wha— W-Wait— That's not fair! When I win, you'll just dance Whoops Kiri!" I slapped his arm.
"You're the one who wants to bet, right? You're not a sport." The fool is playing with my conscience.
"Fine! Come on! I changed mine, when I win, you'll dance Whoops Kiri in the middle of the supermarket."
He laughed a little. "That's it? Easy."
I will not let you win. We got back in Wright’s car and went to his condo. We took the elevator to get to the 15th floor. How many times have I been to Wright’s condo? That's where they often practice his band. Just as the elevator door opened, Fier came up to us with a beautiful woman. The woman leaned against the wall near Wright's door and Fier pressed against it. I immediately avoided looking at them.
"Fier Jamescel. You are an asshole! You are an eyesore!" Wright shouted.
Fier stopped kissing and looked at Wright. His eyes were wide open. "I just came home. You're a nuisance. And this shit door, I can't open!"
"Stupid! This condo is not yours, fucking idiot. I'm 5100, you're 5001." Wright pointed to the door just in front of Wright's condo door.
Fier looked at the number above Wright's door and then he smiled. "Oh. My bad. Let's go, Clariz."
"I'm Carmela, Fier." The woman hissed as she caressed Fier's shoulder.
"Ah. Yeah! That’s what I said, honey."
Fier immediately pulled the woman into his condo. Wright was still pissed as he opened his door. Fier just came home? Does that mean he woke up in the morning to Raquel’s household?
"Wright, what time did you come home last night? Did you get up in the morning too?" I asked as we entered his condo.
He frowned at me. "You still didn’t open your phone, do you?"
"Not yet, because I don’t want to hear anything from you."
"Early." He sighed. He reached into his pocket and handed me his cellphone. "Our anniversary is the password. Read my inbox."
After he gave it to me, I browsed it. "Hmm..."
He texted me many times, and guilt runs through me. I should have let him explain. I read some of his messages to me that he was going home. He sent it to me at twenty o'clock. I followed him into the kitchen after I read his inbox. I caught him cooking bacon. I quickly approached him and hugged him around the waist.
I squeezed my face on his broad back. I sighed and my hands touched his abs. He let me do it and let silence filled the whole place. When he finished cooking the bacon, he turned to me and smiled.
His face dropped and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Let’s eat first."
After we ate, I immediately taught Wright to beat the drum. We laughed and enjoyed the moment. At first, he still didn't learn what I was teaching him. I mean, it's really hard and complicated.
It took us an afternoon before he got the basic beats. I'm torturing him. He seemed to notice that.
He turned to me and frowned. "You're torturing me. Do you think I don't notice? Baby, you don't want me to win, do you?"
I averted my gaze and stroked the cymbals. "No. Just accept that you lost."
"No way!" He hit the drum. "One more. I'm close to mastering."
I grinned and taught him again. Gradually my grin faded as he played the beat without any errors. His arms are no longer knotted. I got up and left beside him. I licked my lower lip.
He pulled my arm and it got me outbalanced. I fell on his lap and he put his arms on my waist. He grinned mischievously. "A bet is a bet, baby. I got it right."
His eyebrows went up and down. "Maybe I just need something to motivate me."
"Impossible—" My protest was interrupted as he leaned his face to mine.
"Second." He kissed me quickly on the lips. "Base."
I quickly removed his hand from my waist and stand up. He laughed and towered to me. I want to wipe that stupid playful grin off his face. I walked backwards away from him while biting my lower lip and he slowly approached me. My knees softened at the kind of look he's giving. I didn't notice the sofa behind me so I was outbalanced and fell on top of it. He put his knees on my side. I was sitting in the middle of his thighs and he imprisoned me using his powerful arms.
"Gotcha," he said warmly and seductively. “Baby, you look like a rabbit that got caught by her predator.”
“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m not going to bite.”
“This is new to me.”
“I know. I’ll be very gentle. I’ll guide you.” He caressed my cheek. “Close your eyes, baby.”