Chapter Six
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I DIDN’T ANSWER right away. I know that I'm going to have a difficult case and I don't want to give up on this handsome man. I thought for a moment. "S-sir, is it okay for me to think it first. It's a bit of a stressful job for me.”
"I see. I'll give you enough time to think."
I just nodded and said goodbye.
While Ms. Asuncion, our geometry subject teacher has made up my mind. It's Friday and tomorrow is the day daddy will introduce us to his girlfriend named Clara.
Inwardly I sighed and bow. I am just thinking about that makes me feel sick. My body is weak. I can easily be infected with fever, cough, and cold.
"Are you alright?"
I glared but I knew it was Dashna who asked me. She even touched my forehead to see if it was hot.
I shook my head. "I'm fine. I'm just exhausted."
"Gosh! You take the medicine immediately, Zai. I know you. In less than ten minutes you will have a fever."
I laughed then settled down. "Funny!" I said exaggerated while I am combing my hair with my fingers. Because my hair is straight and a little bit curly in the tips, there is no need for a comb to fix it. Smash is natural and you will think you are always on medication.
"We are groupings but good for two persons. Individually this case may seem difficult to you." I heard Ms. Asuncion’s voice.
Dashna looked at us immediately and held hands. "We're partners, Das!" I said.
"Is that so? How about my beauty? Well! Ms. Asuncion, can you make it three, please..." Tony muttered.
"No. You can't choose your partner. Take it for a fair." It comes with a jar with small sheets of paper wrapped around it. "One by one, come here to pull out. You have a start, Ms. Antonio."
Dashna's shoulder dropped when we heard that and it was Tony, the width of the smile.
My classmates stand one by one. The three of us were just friends. Tony and Dashna stood up first. I followed them but as I noticed the jars, there were six more.
My forehead turned and looked at Clark at the end. Shasha and Melody smiled at me. I retaliated, but it disappeared when Clark stood up. Maureen followed after him, looking down. Clark has something to say about this cause for my woman to lift her eyesight.
"Are they close?" asked Tony.
"That was fast!" said Dashna as she looked at her paper.
I didn't answer them even though I knew it was possible. I didn't even tell my friends what happened to us outside of school.
Until all that is uprooted. Everyone has a sheet of paper wrapped around it.
"Now, open it at once," Ms. Asuncion said. I quickly opened mine. I'm number 16. I look around and look at my classmates who might get the same number.
I heard there were some who were breathing and some jumping for joy.
"What's your number, Zai?"
"16, how about you?" I asked Tony again.
"23... Dashna is number 5."
"We're not partners," Dashna said sadly. She even hugged Tony and me.
"Wow! Stop it, girl. We're still a classmate and a friend! Don't overact.”d Tony said as if he was hurting Dashna's hug. We laughed with our other classmates.
"Complete? Okay... that's the number 1 come here. Please, bring your bags. That will be your seating arrangement, too."
"W-what?"
"Is there a problem, Ms. Mendez?"
I would have protested, but shame had led me especially to look at Clark. He smiled as he stared at me. His eyebrows rose further as my forehead slightly curved.
Jeez! Why does he hold me captive? This is a big No!
Until the end of number 15, I'll be next.
"Number 16, go to the front."
I got up and picked up my bag. I have no doubt who my partner is. That's it.
I almost jumped as my elbow slipped to the side where I just came. It seems that electricity is just as flowing there. The fragrant scent of men's fragrance immediately pierced my nose. I raised my partner's gaze. My whole body was almost cold. I felt like I was holding ice in the cold of my hands. My heart was pounding but I didn't know why.
Clark is my partner. He was standing beside me seriously as he grabbed his backpack.
Now I can only touch him so closely. He's really handsome. Her dimples that were permanently raised increased her appeal. His weary eyes and long eyes.
"I might melt because you are staring at me," he said turning to me.
My heart rate accelerated as my cheeks warmed up. "W-what? Who's staring? Am I?"
He laughed softly and looked at me again. "That's bad."
I avoided looking at him. I was bowed.
Shit! What's going on? Zairene, what the hell?
As expected, I had a fever that evening. I was especially stressed by what Clark said. That's annoying. Why is it that every time I look at him, he is always looking at me with matching his eyebrows?
I couldn't eat with Zaira and my older brother Zoilo had dinner because I was feeling so bad. My sister even brought me medicine and milk in my room. Fortunately, there is no tomorrow.
"You need to recover immediately because tomorrow we have a visitor," said Zaira as she held the glass of milk she had brought.
"Is that normal? Can't you adjust?"
He shook his head. "Lucky you, you can't. So, daddy is gone now because he's asking their director to shoot those scenes for tomorrow. Imagine? Daddy wants to introduce Tita Clara to us. if I were you, I'll be good and... get better. Good night, dear sissy. Don't forget to pray. " She lit up before leaving me in my room.
I just sighed and applied my body to the bed.
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