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My birthday was a blast. After me and Sam talked, we went out with the barkada. We didn’t saw each other over the summer that much because we had our OJTs on different companies and locations. I was at Alabang, Sam and Janno is at Makati (different companies though), April (Janno’s girlfriend) and Felice are on the same broadcasting company over at Quezon City, while Jed is at Caloocan. We are basically scattered all over Metro Manila. Going back to my birthday, I got home a little over 11 PM when I received call from an anonymous number.
“Happy Birthday Bud!” the woman over at the other line said.
“Thanks, may I know who is this?” I responded.
“C’mon. I know you know me. Bud,” she said with an emphasis to “Bud.”
“I have an idea, but… this is a local number. Jam?”
“O heck yeah!”
“Are you here? In the Philippines? For real?”
“Yes. And I am in front of your house. Be a gentleman, let me in.”
Jam and I goes way back high school. We were classmates then and she went to study college at my school for a year before migrating to the US. She and Sam were classmates for the brief time she was here. They are not exactly friends, but they know each other. They have different sets of friends then. I was so shocked because I didn’t know she was here in the Philippines.
I went outside. She gave me a bear hug… and a tender kiss on the lips.
I just got home, just 20 minutes before midnight. I was quite all during the birthday celebration of Harry. I really don’t know what I am feeling right now. Is it because I felt guilty? Or is this feeling real? I went inside my room and trying to get some sleep, I can’t get Harry out of mind.
Just 2 minutes before midnight, I called Harry to greet him one last time, I want to be the last person to grret him that day. I just might say I like him too. No one is answering. 1 minute. I am trying to call him again. This is my 5th attempt. No luck. 30 seconds. Maybe this is a sign. I made a mistake. I should have said that I like him too.
I invited Jam for a drink inside. She said that she is on a summer vacation here in the Philippines and will be back before the school starts there. She also had a lot of stories about her roommate that is a Marijuana addict, how she crashed several frat parties, how she saw Woody Allen walking on the streets of New York. She just went on and on and on. And I am just looking at her, fascinated on her stories, and that kiss.
“I surely said a lot already, how about you? How’s your 20th bithday so far?” she then asked me, around an hour after she talked non-stop.
“It’s interesting. It’s one heck of a day. And, definitely, you are a very pleasant surprise,” I replied. I think I blushed a little bit.
“Well, I’ll give you my gift, let’s go to you room,” she said while holding my hand. I know where this is going, and I aint complaining.
I don’t know why Harry is not here yet. He is never late, much more absent. If he will be, he would always text me. This isn’t like him. There is something wrong. I’ve been calling him for hours, no answer. Not even a single text message. I am worried sick.
After our lunch break, he showed up. He is happier than normal. Not that it is a bad thing, it is just, different. I sat beside him, and he didn’t even said hi to me. He is just smiling while texting on his phone. One thing that I know for sure is that he is a bad textmate. It’s a miracle if he even replies to your messages. I know something is up. But… Why do I care so much?
While in the middle of our Engineering Economy class, Harry suddenly asked me, “Is it OK for me to bring someone on Saturday?”
I was shocked. I don’t know why. “Sure. It’s your birthday,” I replied after a few seconds. I felt a pinch of jealousy.
“Thanks,” he said, and it is the last thing he said for that day.
Yes, I was jealous. I am so jealous right now. I cannot tell Chard about this, obviously, so I went to Felice. She is the only girl in our group, well, of course, aside from April. We met at Bon Chon for dinner.
“What’s your problem Sam? I never seen you like this before,” Felice said while waiting for our orders.
“Can you keep a secret?” I said.
“I think I am falling for Harry.”
“What?” Felice shouted, some of the costumers around us looked at us.
“Tone down,” I ordered her.
“OK. I’m sorry. I’m just shocked. It’s just, he likes you too. Do you know that?”
“Yes, he told me, just last week. I basically turned him down.”
“What? And you just said that you like him?”
“Yes, I know. I realized it a little too late. He is bringing someone on Saturday. And I never saw him this happy before,” I said, and I started crying.
Felice didn’t know what to do. People are looking at us. I tried to stop crying, I can’t. I just can’t. It really hurts.
… to be continued.