We were left alone that day. I was half sitting half standing on a desk facing him.

Asaran. Kulitan. Light talks. Etcetera. 

The boy has a reputation of being "chill". Girls chase after him and he acts like it's no big deal, barely showing any interest at all. 

So when the boy advanced towards me, I was taken aback but wasn't really threatened for he is someone I trust. 

"ikaw kasi, ikaw kasi," he said in his usual nang-aasar way. 

He advanced further. 

12 inches... he got nearer...

6 inches...  Oh boy, this is too close...

Until he was about 3 inches away when he held the edge of the desk I was half sitting on with me locked standing in between his arms. Cornered in an almost-embrace but not really touching. 

2 inches... Closer still... Almost kissing.

I gave out a suppressed chuckle, flashed a teasing smile, then gently tapped a hand on one side of his shoulder.

"Sira ulo," I said in my sweetest voice. 

I then pushed the boy a little. just far enough for me to pass and head to the door, leaving him. 

Then the next day, I learned that the boy started entertaining the prettiest among the girls chasing him who he had been ignoring for as long as I remember. 

...

I wonder what would have happened if I took the bait instead. 

The boy doesn't look bad. He is sought after. Yet the resistance was an effortless one. 

Minsan feeling ko tuloy robot  ako. 

10:13 PMにcinderellaareus によって書かれました。

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