Sinking Deep (GL)

CHAPTER 11

Pilit kong iniwas ang mga mata ko sa kanila, to shield myself from the heartache, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight. It was like a stab in the heart, a constant reminder that she was not meant for me.

I turned away with a sad heart, hindi ko sila kayang tingnan na masaya.

Ako sana ʼyan e, ako sana.

Hindi na ako pumunta sa room kasi pag pumunta ako madadaanan ko sila at mas lalong masisira ang araw ko.

"Kukuha lang daw ng pagkain ko e hindi naman ako kumakain ng lalaki," I mentally said and rolled my eyes pagkakuway bumalik na sa office niya.

Pabagsak akong umupo sa couch ng office niya. Masakit man pero nakaramdam rin ako ng inis.

Tiningnan ko ang black canvas, walang gamit sa pagpaint. Ano ba't matalino naman siya bakit mas inuna niya pang lumandi doon sa lalaki keysa bigyan ako ng painting materials.

Gutom na ako at ilang minuto na ang lumipas, hindi rin ako pwedeng umalis nalang nang hindi nagpapaalam baka magalit sakin.

"Matagal pa ba siyang lalandi doon?!" I exclaimed. Naiirita na ako, nagugutom na ang tao hindi man lang niya inisip.

Bumukas ang pinto ng office tapos pumasok siyang may dalang lunch box, hindi ko alam kung ano ang laman but I saw the guy na kasama niya kanina, hinatid siya ni Sir Montejo. Tuloy-tuloy siyang pumasok at pumunta sa gawi ko tapos binigay ang lunch box.

"Your lunch," she said, handling me the lunch box.

Sa nakita ko pa lang na hinatid siya ng lalaki ay nawalan na ako ng gana. Hindi na pala ako gutom.

"I've lost my appetite, thank you." I answered, with a cold voice.

She stared at me, worrying, but despite that her eyes tells me something that I need to accept what's in her hand or else...

"Take it," she authoritatively commands.

"There's no need, busog na po ako." I responded.

She sighed in irritation, "Did Vivien came here to give you food?" she asked. Her voice became intense, it was not cold anymore, nakakapaso.

"Ma'am Vivien?" I asked, confused. "Wala namang pumasok na Vivien dito Ma'am at kung meron man dapat nakita mo na siyang lumabas." I added.

"Then take this!" utos niya, tumataas na ang boses niya towards me.

"Don't want," pabalang kong sagot.

Nang alam niyang hindi ko tatanggapin ang lunch box ay hindi niya ito nilagay sa table, galit siyang lumakad papunta sa desk niya sabay bukas ng trashcan at tinapon doon ang lunch box.

Nagulat ako sa ginawa niya, why the heck did she throw that?

"Ma'am anong ginawa mo?" I asked her, napatayo ako sa ginawa niya.

"You said you're full then what's the point?" she replied, with a cold but intense gaze.

"Hindi niyo naman po kailangan itapon," sagot ko.

Standing with her arms crossed, she looked at me, her eyebrows raised and her eyes holding a mysterious expression. "Did someone give you food?" she questioned again, giving me a stern gaze.

"No," I confidently replied. I couldn't figure out why she would even think someone had given me food tsaka hindi ko na rin nakikita si Ma'am Vivien simula nung competition.

Why the hell she's acting like this?

"I bought this food for you, assuming you were hungry. As your professor and mentor, it's my responsibility to take care of you," she explained. "But if you're not accepting it, then it's going straight to the trash."