Chapter 7
It’s official. I’m confused as hell.
It’s been three days since that day I swore to forget my feelings and I’ve been trying so hard to avoid him. The problem was his giving me a hard time in doing that. It’s as if he knew my intentions and it’s starting to make me crazy. I feel like pulling all my hair out.
Did I already mention that I’m confused? Sam was a touchy kind of person. He’s like the type of guy that likes to cuddle and hug people. And I’m one of the people he hugs.
I admit, I like his hugs. I cherish the instances when he would put his arms around me. But now, I think him hugging me is pure torture because having him in reach knowing he can never be mine is tormenting. Before, he would only hug me if he’s teasing me and only for a short while.
Now, he’s been doing it constantly. For example, our choreographer was announcing something and suddenly he’s behind me, sliding his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder. I resisted the urge to turn and look at him afraid of losing it when If I do. That’s just the first. I can’t even count on my ten fingers how many times he held my hand for no reason at all.
And I wish he would just stop.
I opened the door to the studio cautiously and released a sigh of relief when I didn’t saw Sam. Fate was on my side. I was already late and it’s not like Sam to be late for a practice. That’s what I love about him, he’s dedicated and passionate about all the things he do – may it be his career or the simple things.
I groaned inwardly. Why can’t I stop thinking about him even for one second? Smacking my head mentally, I started walking towards where Enrique was starting when I was jostled from behind and two arms encircled my waist.
“Hi Jejevon!” He whispered enthusiastically to my ear, making me shiver inwardly. But of course, I have to stop myself. I sighed, shoving the urge to burrow into his arms inside me.
“Hi Sam.” I tried to smile. Really, I did. But it came out all wobbly. Everybody saw how Sam was hugging me and all smiled when I did. But Enrique saw through me and gave me a sympathetic smile.
I waited for him to release but he simply tightened his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.
“Bitiwan mo nga ako Sam.” I said jokingly to try and hide my heart beating a million miles per second. I’m exaggerating, I know. I felt his smile rather than saw it. He then started swaying with the beat of the music playing in the background.
It was Crawl by Chris Brown. That blasted song which opened my eyes and made me realize my feelings for him.
A lump formed in my throat, my chest tightened and tears formed in my eyes. I was supposed to forget my feelings for him. But how can I when everyday he would show me the sweetness that will never be mine?
I bowed my head and sniffled. “Bitiwan mo na ako Sam.”
Sam didn’t heed my request and still kept swaying me with the music. “Ayoko nga.” He chuckled teasingly.
“Please..” I pleaded and sobbed quite loudly. He heard it and slackened his hold over me but never letting go.
“Anong problema Devon?” He peeked around my hair to see my face which I instantly turned away from him.
“Just please, let me go.” I was openly crying now. I whispered, “I can’t take it anymore. I just want to get away from here, from you.” My voice broke at the last part. I don’t care if everybody was now watching him. All I want was is to get away from him.
He didn’t answer. He also let me go. But before I could escape, he gripped softly and dragged me out of the studio. I didn’t say a thing. Even if I wanted to. I was too weak from crying so hard to even protest at what he wanted.
He stopped outside his dressing room and opened the door. When we were inside, he closed it quietly and faced me with concern in his face. One look at his face and I slumped to the wall, feeling myself sliding the floor. I bended my knees and hid my face. I felt him kneel beside me and tried to pull me into his arms. But I shied away.
“What’s wrong Devon? Please tell me. I can’t stand seeing you like this.” He was pleading now. He tried to hug me again but I shrugged his hands away.
“Ayoko na Sam, Ayoko na.” I mumbled in between sobs. “Hindi ko na kaya.”
“Ano Devon? Anong hindi mo na kaya?” There was a long pause. He contented himself with stroking my hair to try to calm me down.
“Ikaw Sam. Hindi ko na kaya ang mga ginagawa mo.” I said after I calmed a bit.
“Bakit, did I do something wrong?” He was confused now, feeling him stop his ministrations to ma hair.
I raised my head to look at him, my eyes pleading. “Yun na nga eh. Wala kang nagawang mali.”
“Wha- I don’t understand.”
“Wala ka bang nararamdaman Sam? Ganyan ka ba talaga ka manhid?” I cursed myself. I hated myself for being emotional and letting him see me broke down.
“Hindi mo ba talaga maramdamang mahal kita?” I whispered to him.
Pause. Then it turned to a pregnant pause. Then suddenly he pulled me to him and kissed me, wrapping his arms tightly around me. It was a very short kiss, but a meaningful one for me.
After he let go, I stared at him dazedly. Why did he kissed me? “Bakit mo ko hinalikan?”
His arms were still around me and he rested his forehead to mine. Then he smiled and said, “I love you too.”
My eyes widened at his statement. “What?”
“I said I love you too.” He grinned openly now.
“Pero nakita ko yung interview mo, sabi mo kaibigan lang ang turing mo sa akin at hindi na hihigit pa." I'm confused as hell now. "Don't play with me Sam."
“I know what I said and I'm not playing with you. I regretted the moment those words left my mouth. I was a coward. I was afraid you never felt the same way about me. So I took the easy way out. Nagsinungaling ako.
“Sinabi kong wala akong feelings sa iyo. Siyempre ayoko ring mas mauna pang malaman ng mga tao ang nararamdaman ko para sa ‘yo.”
My tears won’t stop falling but I was smiling like an idiot. We were both smiling like an idiot.
He wasn’t finished. “I’m sorry for putting you through all this. Can you ever forgive me?”
I instantly pt my arms around him and mumbled yes to his t-shirt while nodding my head vigorously. After a while, he gently pushed me away enough to look me in the eye. He cupped my face and stared me deeply in the eyes. I felt like drowning in his love and happiness.
Slowly, he bent his head to mine and kissed for the second time. This one I didn’t bother at being surprised. I kissed him back.
“I love you.” He mumbled into my lips.
“Love you too.”
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I never really believed that dreams come true. But when I was walking balk to the studio, with him olding my hand, I guess dreams really do come true.