Micheel's POV
Umiwas ako ng tingin.... uwaaahhh AYOKO NA!!
"Uhm di pwede"
“anong di pwede ka jan? kaya nga dare diba? so now i dare you to kiss me” Zane, arms crossed.
“But, really, I can’t…I-I…I told Eyann that I wouldn’t…” This was half the truth but I would do anything to avoid that one kiss that I had been yearning for. What would we be after it?
“So?ngayon boss mo na siya? I dare you to kiss me tska di ka makakaalis ng room na toh unless you kiss me"Zane
I closed my eyes even harder. As much as I wanted to say
“Oo na hahalikan na kita” I knew I couldn’t. Plus, I’m the girl here. Isn’t the guy supposed to make the first move?
“Zane, I said I can’t.”
Zane stood up, clearly angry at me now.
“A dare is a dare Micheel and I dare you to kiss me” Zane
“Isn’t there something called peer pressure? Isn’t that what you’re doing to me?”
“What? Peer pressuring my wife?” Zane
I paused. It was the first time I actually heard him call me his wife with just the two of us. Of course there must’ve been other times, but this time, it was different. He’s commanding me to kiss him, and I’m denying it. It’s as if he’s reminding me that I’m his wife to drown me into it.
“Uhm pwede mo bang palitan nalang yung dare mo sa akin?”
"Ayoko” Zane’s face was dead serious now, his face showing no signs of joking or funniness.
I had to get out of this. So I did the only thing I could at the moment.
“Look! Zane oh shootingstar!”
And Zane actually fell for it as he turned around. And at that precise moment, I dodged him, and ran.
I ran as fast I could, to any place where he could never find me. I dashed out the front door, and into the rain, and soon I could hear Zane’s footsteps, right behind mine. But as I was running, I didn’t even notice the rain, drenching me from head to toe.
“Micheel!” I heard Zane cry out my name through the loud and heavy rainfall.
But that didn’t stop me from running even faster, wanting to get away from him. Why was he doing this anyway? Why did he want me to kiss him when he already has all of these girls waiting on his hand and foot? Could it be…that he feels the same way I feel?
I shook my head at the insane idea. No way Zane could’ve fallen in love with me. Doesn’t he think that I’m the ugliest person in the world? The person who spilled grape juice and soda all over his Armani suits?
The rain was getting even thicker and harder now, and I couldn’t even see where I was running to. But I did know that Zane was still behind me, calling out my name, telling me to stop.
Soon, I ran out of breath, and just had to stop. I couldn’t run any further; if I did then I would’ve collapsed right then and there.
I heard the footsteps beside me stop as well, and I turned around, to face Zane. He was drenched as well, but I couldn’t help but think that him standing there, wet and angry… just looked so…HOT.
It wasn’t until I actually looked around my surroundings that I realized that we were at the park.
The park.
