Jessa took her shirt off in front of Snooty Guy, and if I'm being honest with myself, hindi ko siya masisisi. If I liked a guy so bad, I'd flash him my tits too!

I did that once, but I was eleven. And my eleven-year-old self barely had mounds. My ribcage was the only thing protruding on my chest when I was that age, so the guy I had a crush on wasn't impressed.

And I totally understood him. Hundred percent got the message clear.

I mean, if a guy flashed his dick on me, and all I could see was a chorizo de Cebu length, hindi rin ako mai-impress. Sa 'yo na 'yan.

Jessa had boobs, hindi ko naman sasabihing plywood siya. But based on Snooty Guy's reaction, she was rejected. I felt pity for Jessa kahit may bad blood kami. Kaya ko nga sinapak si Snooty Guy for that reason na nire-reject niya si Jessa. Gustuhin ko mang i-comfort itong isa, but sad to say, I suck at comforting people. My Mama's vocabulary didn't know what comforting meant. If I felt bad and she wanted to "comfort" me, there was turon, there was sweet spaghetti, and there was palitaw.

Hugs? What's that?

Comforting words? I only know "putang ina" at "matulog ka na." I don't think that was comforting at all.

I was casually walking in the hallway of the second floor after I left the two. Malay ko ba kung itutuloy nila ang ginagawa nila? Arm's reach na ang doorknob ng kuwarto ko nang biglang may naunang humawak doon, and a firm grip pulled me inside.

A thud woke my brain up, and the next thing I knew, my back was resting on the door; Snooty Guy was in front of me, blocking both of my sides with his muscled arms. He was slightly bowing just to reach my height. Body heat covered the air, and he smelled sweet flowers from the altar.

"I see nothing!" I hissed.

"Para sa walang nakita, ang dali mong dumepensa. Tinanong ko ba?"

I gulped and blinked a few times, which was my habit every time I lied.

"Fine. I saw Jessa, naghubad siya sa harap mo. You avoided looking at her, hindi kita isusumbong na nakita mo ang flat boobs niya. We're good!"

"Uh-hmm." He was sarcastically nodding at me.

I crossed my arms and raised a brow. "You didn't like what you saw?"

"Alam mong nasa loob kami, pero sumilip ka pa talaga."

"Did I disturb you two? It's okay. Go back to that empty room and finish your business with her. She likes you so bad, man."

"Mukha bang gusto ko si Jessa?"

"No. And you don't even bother hiding it. But she likes you. Be cooperative."

"Hindi ako obligadong gustuhin siya," mayabang niyang sagot.

Mayabang din ang naging sagot ko. "Why? Boring ba siya for you? Easy game? Feeding ba ng ego mo na may humahabol sa 'yong babae?"

"Huwag mo 'kong subuan ng salita. Hindi mo 'ko kilala," nagmamalaking sagot niya.

"But you look like it," I said, raising my head. "Had Jessa shrugged you off, you'd be chasing her instead. Hindi mo type yung mga pursuer? Traditional man ka?"

I was showering him with my sarcasm, and all I received was an interested gaze at my yapping.

I was insulting him. He should be insulted. Not him, staring at me, like I was telling a magical fairy tale.

"If you don't like Jessa, be honest with her. A simple no won't hurt you."

"Ang daldal mo."

Then I stopped yapping. Not because he insulted me, but he said that with a sweet smile, as if that was the prettiest adjective in the whole dictionary.

"You're annoying," I replied.

In the middle of our conversation, a loud noise boomed outside the open window. It sounded like a huge drum and snares, added with xylophone-like music. I looked out the window, even if all I could see was the sky from afar. I guess it was a marching band, and it was so loud, I wasn't sure if Inang wanted this kind of noise near the house.

My attention returned to Snooty Guy, and it landed on his dark brown eyes. It felt like he was scanning my face from my eyes down to my nose and lips.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

I pulled my head back when he attempted to kiss me again. And the second part was enough for me to rip his head off because as soon as he neared my lips, he pulled away when I almost kissed him back. Hinabol ko pa ang labi niya paglayo niya!

My eyes wanted to jump out of their sockets when I realized what I did. He conceitedly smirked at me na talagang ikina-bad trip ko.

"Hindi ko type ang mga pursuer," he mockingly said.

Lumipad agad ang kanang palad ko sa pisngi niya sa sobrang inis ko. He scoffed and immediately pulled my arms. I shrieked, but my voice was nowhere near loud enough to defy the booming band outside the house.

He pulled me up recklessly, and my ass landed on top of the side table beside the door. He stood between my parted legs, one hand cupping the back of my head. His lips met mine, and he wasn't lenient when he sucked my lower lip.

My hands barely tried to pushed him away from the shoulders, but my whole body was already in the state of betraying me. I just gripped his long-sleeved shirt and closed my eyes, feeling the oddly sensation from an unsolicited intimacy.

We were gasping, exchanging lapping of lips. His free hand raised the back of my tee and pulled the small clasps of my strapless bra. He pulled it out of my top as I was busy playing with my tongue inside his mouth.

I fucking hate that it felt so good. Or maybe my craving for intimacy suddenly went out in the open after leaving a familiar place.

He pulled me in until I felt his bulge poking what was between my thighs. My clit was deciding for itself. The moment his hardness brushed off my denim shorts, my deepness craved to be dived in.

My nipples were swelling from my shirt, and he had clear access to pinch them from the outside. I fucking moaned as I felt his fingers playing with the tip of my mound, circling it with his thumb until it stiffened, then he would pinch and pull it to tease me.

I let go of the kiss as he began thrusting against my shorts. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and held his hand that cupped my left boob.

"Fuck . . ." I gritted my teeth as heat formed in the south. My core wanted a hard penetration, so I met his every thrust. He stopped molding my mound and placed both of his hands on my hips. My legs stayed parted in the air as he forcefully thrust against my body.

The friction from my shorts created more heat between us. I didn't want to cum in full dress on, but as soon as I reeled my head back and stuck my tongue out of pleasure, I knew I'd already lost the game. I hit my peak in full clothes on.

I moaned in the middle of the band's loud noise as my legs stretched in desire. My panties are surely wet by now. He dove in to feast on my mouth again; his fingers softly brushed my exposed left thigh, making a wide goosebump all over my body.

He stopped thrusting and playfully bit my lower lip. It felt so thick, numb, and swollen. My wet lips were wide open, catching for air. My hooded eyes followed him as he pulled his head an inch away from me. His dark brown eyes didn't leave my lips, and another smirk from him carved in once again. But not as smug as earlier. It looked proud, though.

"A little bit of Monica in my life . . ." he softly sang in his deep, raspy voice as he wiped my lips with his sleeves. "A little bit of Erica by my side . . ."

I thought he was mocking me, but when the band's music blended with his lyrics, I realized he was singing the loud band's song.

He carried me for a second just to put my feet back on the floor. He didn't say anything. He just turned around, opened the door of my room, and went out.

And I was there like . . .

Are you fucking kidding me? You're gonna leave me alone like that?!

I scoffed in disbelief! "You snooty rascal!"

My hands instantly held my waist as I ranted, but before I could cuss him out, the door opened once again, bad words prepared to be shot, but I halted when Ate Melba peeked behind the door.

"Kanina ka pa tinatawag sa ibaba! Umakyat dito si Gimo, ayaw mo raw pagbuksan."

"Ha?" I was lost.

Ate Melba motioned her hand for me to go out of my room. "Tara na sa ibaba! Paalis na yung banda!"

"O-okay?"

What the fuck?