Chapter 11
I just put that out of my mind and turned my attention to my cellphone. I wasn't able to send a group message today, so I just took my cellphone out of my pocket and tapped the screen.
A handful of messages from the clan appeared on the screen. I skipped all that and went straight to Create Message. I will check later if there is a private message.
After a few seconds of typing the message, I immediately sent it to the entire clan via send to many.
Who said I was drunk? The letters are still clear to my eyes. Because my dosage is high and I'm used to hard drinks.
I put the cellphone next to my glasses while letting for my message to be send to 125 members.
After a while an unknown number called. It's not my habit to answer calls from unknown numbers but it didn't stop calling.
My eyebrows met as I picked up the cellphone and answered. Disturbance.
"Jc Laporre." I tried to make my voice casual.
"This is Cyrel Castino. Is Rhea there?" A voice answered from the other line.
Is it really Cyrel I'm talking to? Dead..
"C-Cyrel? Rhea is still in the lady's room." I almost stuttered.
Suddenly, my heart beat faster.
"Is she with you? And where are you now?" It was one question after another that she was obviously not ready to wait for a long time for an answer.
I swallowed first to calm my nervousness, "Y-yeah... We're in the P-party house."
Tell the truth so that people can trust you even if I feel like it will really hurt me.
"Party House? When did she learn to go to a disco?" Now I can hear her voice really getting louder.
"I-I invited her."
I heard her sigh. She seemed to be trying to control her temper.
"What time is she coming home? It's almost midnight."
"C-Can Rhea go home tomorrow?–"
"WHAT!?" She scolded angrily before I finished what I said.
She really raised her voice at me because I distanced my ears from the cellphone a bit.
"It's nearly midnight. M-maybe what else will happen to her w-when she comes home at this hour." Because of the nervousness I feel, I answered quickly without thinking. I'm confused now.
A few minutes passed before I heard her voice on the other line. She seemed to be thinking about what I said. But my heart continues to beat fast.
"Can I trust you, Jc?" She asked calmly after a few minutes.
"Of course. Throw all the blame on me when something happens to her." I'm trying to stay calm even though my hands are sweating from nervousness.
"I will only trust someone once. Don't destroy it, Jc." She seemed convince.
"Y-Of course. Tomorrow morning I will take her home."
"Just tell her I called." It was the last response before the line died.
Terrible. I was very nervous. I really thought that I will get a huge blow for a second.
I try to calm the nervousness I feel when Rhea returns from the Lady's room. I looked closely at her face and it looked like she had washed her face because her hair near her forehead was a bit wet.
"Get one" I replied while pouring our glasses.
She smiled at me first then pulled out.
"How many have been your Exes?" She almost laughed at the question, "Wait, I'll count first..." She joked while pretending to think.
"Too gorgeous." I even answered her joke.
She laughed and replied with a smile, "Actually, there are only three and Princebeybe will be the fourth."
"Fourth immediately? The two of you aren't official couple yet."
"I'm just being advance. Forever doesn't exist." She reasoned.
"There is. Believe it." I assured while pulling out a question, "Happiest thing that happened in your whole life."
I smiled so big that my cheeks were almost tearing after I read the question and immediately answered, "When I met Crista Segovia, it was the happiest thing that happened in my life. It's like I'm lying on a cloud while being embraced by the fresh air."
"Wow. It's good that you pulled it off." Rhea said with a smile, "You must be good at loving."
"Want to try?" A mischievous smile played on my face as the tone of what I said challenged.
We both looked into each other's eyes and Rhea was smiling, obviously trying to be normal. Even her eyes and cheeks are red with excitement.
"Nevermind. I have a Princebeybe." This is a sudden answer to interrupt our glowing gaze.
DOUBLE KILL
"You're into him?" The Scotch pushed the question that should have been in my mind to come out of my mouth that I knew I would regret later.
The smile on her face did not disappear when she answered, Yes. Maybe I already like him."
UNSTOPPABLE
"I'm so dead. You better get one." I answered that I immediately took my glass and drank while looking in another direction.
"Hey, what's that? Did I kill you?" Her eyes widened slightly but her cheeks were still red
"My body, no, but my heart, yes." I let the Scotch really take over my mouth and mind. After all, he will forget the next day.
"What are you saying all of a sudden? Are you drunk?" She replied trying to be sarcastic. But it still appeared that she was holding back her smile to make her look grumpy.
"I told you to pull out one." I scolded while avoiding her gaze. I can't look directly at her.
It seemed that my response was effective considering that she didn't ask again and pulled out one.
"Your first date." She was laughing as she read what she pulled out, "Antony James Armigos. He was my first date who taught me GGX, Need for Speed and Dota."
"James was your ex?" I said but still not looking at her.
"Yes. He was my childhood and my first love." She replied with a smile, "Do you know him?"
"The man who is as white as a radish." I looked at her from the corner of my eyes and saw her nod slightly, "Why did you break up?"
"He already loves someone else." Sad but cute her answer.
"Pitiful." I even teased her then pulled out a question, "Your first kiss." I laughed after reading the question.
I am the one who wrote this and then I will also answer. Isn't it great?
"Who?" She asked excitedly.
"Flies." I laughed in response.
She also laughed, "The serious one."
"Of course my parents." I'm bitter about it.
"Answer properly, Jc." She was still grinning at me.
"I'm sitting properly." I answered philosophically.
"Philosopher." Her eyebrows met while pouting.
She looks so cute..
I burst out laughing, "Okay. Marie Grace Detecio." Still smiling, I answered straight, "She's a friend of CrimeLocca."
She smiled with her mouth closed and she drank what was in her glass, "Is she a good kisser?"
"Yes." I answered, "But you might be a good kisser than her."
I looked her in the eye with a mischievous smile.
"Are you challenging me?" She tried to be serious and brave in the tone of what she said but her face didn't agree.
Her face was still red and it seemed holding back a big smile.
I matched her seemingly brave look with my more serious look.
I stood up and approached her, "Would you agree just in case?"
Without a single word, she also stood up and approached me with her arms crossed and not breaking our gaze.
I took one more step closer to her and our noses were touching. I can feel the heat of her breath on my face. She even managed a sarcastic smile and I responded with a mischievous smile.
Gradually standing up….. The hair on my neck as my heart beats faster. Am I nervous? Its just Rhea.
My gaze was still in her eyes as I slowly lowered my face closer to her lips. I look forward to the reaction on her face.
Little by little, our lips were about to touch when suddenly there was a piece of paper that blocked between our lips.
"Have you ever tried to cheat?" She casually read what was written as if nothing was happening.
I just smirked and stepped back and sat while looking in another direction.
Did she pull out? Too bad I thought I could really score. Stupid! Do I regret it? The Scotch influence is really dominating my thinking. I feel like the surroundings are spinning a little and I feel so hot that my forehead is sweating.
Scotch is really a strong drink. I won't drink it next time. Some kind of inexplicable electricity flows through my body that my body feels grounded.
"Your answer." I said with dismay and then drank what was in my glass.
Her eyebrows met as she looked at me. Maybe in the tone of what I said. I expressed my dismay.
She sat down again as she tried to read what was going on in my mind while I tried to avoid her gaze.
I can't look at her directly. I do not know why. The way she looks at me, it's like she won't stop me until she gets inside my brain.
"I'm waiting for your answer." I tried to keep my tone of voice natural so she wouldn't be surprised.
She drank what was in her glass first, "No. And I will never try. She answered while still looking at me.
Because of the Scotch's hit, I mustered up the courage to face her and look straight at her.
Instead of saying something, it was suddenly erased from my mind of whatever it was and I stared at her with my mouth closed. This girl is really different that makes me feel weird. Or maybe it's just Scotch influence. I do not know..
My instinct still prevailed and pulled out a question.
'The longest relationship you have with whom.'
My brain read what was written on the piece of paper.
I poured shots in our glasses for the last time while Rhea was silent waiting for me to continue, "Mary Jane Clarkson is the longest relationship I've had, 1 year and 3 months."
And unexpectedly, her eyes widened and her mouth slightly gaped, "Mj became your ex-girlfriend?"
"Yes. You know her?" I was surprised at her reaction.
"Soo much. She is the daughter of my mother's second family." She reasoned flatly.
"That's why you two have a little bit of a similarities." I stated.
Her eyebrows meet again as she snorts, "I'm more beautiful than her."
"Really? Where is it?" I smirked teasingly.
"Head to toe." She's boasting.
I stared at her from head to toe examining if she was really beautiful.
She is indeed beautiful because of her smooth and white complexion, her shiny and natural brown hair suits her. She is attractive because of her sharp nose and charming smile, she is sexy because of her knee-length plain orange dress and a denim blazer with elbow-length sleeves.
But she is not that beautiful to enter my standards of 'Beautiful'.
Go ahead, fool yourself, Jc.
"I really don't see anything." I teased with a mischievous smile.
"It just is! I am beautiful! Don't contradict." She scolded in annoyance while pulling out a question.
"I think you're the only one who knows." I will add more.
She just raised an eyebrow at me. It's something she does when she's annoyed but I wasn't move because I was still grinning at her.
Eventually she turned her attention to the paper and silently read the question.
Her eyes widened after she read the question and took her glass and drank.
I wonder what she pulled out…
"My worst heartbreak.." She whispered to herself while looking at the floor as if thinking.
Later she looked at me.
"Why are you looking at me?" I asked in surprise.
She sighed and took off the necklace she was wearing that I didn't notice and placed it next to her hair tie.
My eyebrows met, "What's that? I answer almost all the questions and then you, that's second."
"Because I can't answer the question." She reasoned.
"Why? Only I will know." I insisted.
"That's the problem. You will know." She excused himself.
"Am I your worst heartbreak?" My voice is weak but the tone is serious.
The speaker is really Scotch. I've had too much to overpower the influence of Scotch in my mind and mouth.
She couldn't look at me directly and her attention was still focused on the floor, "I took off my necklace so take one."
I didn't sculpt him anymore. She really doesn't want to talk. But my instinct seems to say that I am the answer. I can read ot through her movements and reactions on her face.
It's really hard to think straight when your mind is under the influence of alcohol. The impossible becomes possible and the possible becomes bullshit.
I pulled out a question while watching her. Her eyes are sad. There seems to be a hidden resentment.
'Ex that you will never forget and why'
My mind read what was written and briefly stared at the paper. I gathered all the emotions that were buried in my heart to release them all in my answer, so I could definitely moved forward without a heartache.
"Jaycille Gamboa is my ex I will never forget." When I started, she immediately raised her gaze directly into my eyes, "Because even though our relationship only lasted for a few months, I became a martyr to her alone." I added while looking in another direction.
I avoided her gaze again because I knew my throat was getting rough again from trying to hold back tears. I don't want to cry in front of other people. Especially in front of her.
After staring at me for a few minutes, she stood up and walked towards me. Even if I don't look at her, I hear her every step.
And unexpectedly she hugged me. A hug from a sympathetic friend. Suddenly I became a rock in my seat and my brain froze.
Why does it feel good? Can I just be brokenhearted for her to hug me like this?