CHAPTER 5 - Joy
"Pardon, please?" Seven asked for the third time. My gosh! Is he in an unlimited mode to ask me about that for an unlimited number? I just want to cuss unlimited, too!
"The hell?!" I angrily itched my nape as I was grumbling now. "I know you are called the university genius but this simple mechanics, you can't comprehend? That just ruined your brilliant image in my eyes," I am afraid my womb won't be spilled with his genes tonight. Kidding!
The thirty-minute time went to nothing because he always asks questions repeatedly and I have to effing explain over and over again. Then I realized something. I think he is doing this on purpose. I am a total idiot to fall for it. "Are you planning to stop the game?"
He didn't answer. He stood and face-palmed his face. Frustration can be seen on him.
"B-babe, I'm just worried. I-I am worried because this is not good. We're the only ones here, w-with a drink and... and what's with game? It's… it is to bold!" he excuses.
I lip bite. I wasn't expecting that my body, seeing his afraid reaction, will turn the fire in me on.
"W-what if I can't control myself? I don't want you to get mad me for that. I don't want you to think I don't respect you. I, I am also afraid I might ruin your trust," he reasoned consecutively. Not breathing.
He was losing his cool but I am still fcking turned on.
"Stop the drama." With a raised brow, I said. "Why would I even care about that? As long as it's you there won't be a problem. And, please stop acting too saint, you're just turning me on."
It was like he was hit by a thunderbolt with I said. He fixed his collar like he was having difficulty to breath normally. When he sat, I wanted to help him fix his clothes but he avoided my touch. So artsy! Rawr, I still like it though.
"Maybe we can play other than this," he tries to negotiate my eyes rolled.
"Turn on," I warned him. Reminding him that his objection is not needed in my space.
"Y-you're making everything a joke. This isn't funny."
"Turn on!" Who said that I'm trying to be a comedian?
"Achaia!" He is really frustrated. Oh, please!
"Turn on," I whispered sexily. I got near him and tried to whisper it but he stood to get away from me.
"Hey! Stop! You're not drunk yet but you're acting like that already," he said a little bit shaking.
"Turn on," I can't help but laughed. Too gay. And also, too new for me. I've never been refused by any hot guy I have met in my entire life. Except this nerd.
He scratched his head like he is really facing a very big crisis.
I wanted to be mad but I am too happy. "Fine. We won't play. So, I'll ask you questions about your family then."
"Okay, fine!" He sat again murmuring something and I laughed. He was standing then sitting then standing then sit again like a screwed music player.
"You are a nonsense arsehole, know that?" A ghost of laughter is still heard on my voice as I removed the bottle's cap. I offered him my hand for a rock, paper, scissors. But the jerk just looked at me with questioning eyes and did a fist bump on my waiting hand.
What. Is. Wrong. With. This. Guy?
"Jerk, it's a rock, paper and scissors," I informed him. Shit! If he doesn't know a thing about rock, paper and scissors I might pass out. Right here, right now.
His face reddened and scratched his nape. Smiled and lip bit.
"You never told me earlier," he cutely reasoned out.
"Ha ha ha, because you are too artsy!" I rolled my eyes and offered my hand again. We played, he was rock and I was paper. I almost screamed at the top of my lungs when I won. "So, since I won, you'll be the first one." I sensed that he was tense. "Calm down, arsehole. This game is safe. What the hell?" Gosh, is he some kind of humdrum that have been born today?
"Sorry," he apologized.
"No room for apologies here." I waited for a bit to wait for something like a cue before I start the game. "Okay, never have I ever kissed," I started.
He looked at me questioningly. "You've never been kissed?" Seven asked with an I-Can't-Believe-It expression really evident on his face.
"That's for you, nerd. If what I say is something you have done or experienced, you'll drink the liquid. But if not, then you are going to do as to what I say," I annoyingly explained again knowing I am explaining again. "Now what?" Impatiently, I asked.
He drank the alcohol without a word.
"Whooooaaa," that fast! I can't help but slow clapped. "Easy, babe!"
His face contorted, like he was having a constipation, but he was hot doing that. I inhaled deeply. If I wasn't his first kiss, I don't want to sound rude but I'll probably punch that lucky girl's face. So, all thanks to everyone who haven't noticed how handsome he is and I am the first woman in his life, next to his mom.
"Your turn. Never have I ever puked on someone after being drunk," he said directly right into my face I can almost smell his breath mixed with mint and alcohol from his sweet mouth.
"What the heck?" I laughed still unbelievable. "Seriously? You're asking the obvious!" He is trying to get even!
"Yeah? Yeah?" He was laughing knowing he hit my weakness.
I scoffed. I raised my hand in surrender and swiftly drank the liquor.
"Never have I ever cried over a woman," I straightly said to him after swallowing.
He immediately drank the liquor. Nawala ang tawa ko.
"Hey, who is she?" I can't stop feeling jealous about it. A man's tear is very precious, it is very seldom to see a man cry for a woman. Mostly, men just choose to keep all the emotions into their deepest pit of hearts until they can't control it any longer they'd die from heart attack.
Did she leave him? Usually, when a man leaves, it's for another woman. But when a woman leaves, it's for herself. But why would someone leave Seven alone? He's adorable and responsible in a sense that I can't even think straight to accomplish what my plans are.
"My mother," he said softly.
I nodded and the heaviness in my heart quickly vanished. I didn't know what my fast heart is beating for. I suddenly feel jealous over nothing. This will ruin the mood!
"Never have I ever forced someone to kiss me," he said seriously. My eyes widened.
This freaking guy is one heck of an arsehole coated in an innocent physical appearance! The reason why I don't want to share to anyone about our first kiss, not even with Mirth, because it came like I was forcing him because his reason was, he doesn't want to violate my right as a woman. My right as a woman is to be kissed, I tried to reasoned out and blahblahblah… Like just now. What he acted just now was the same when I kissed him. I forced him. Period. I scoff again and slowly, my temper rises.
You can't outwit me, nerd! I choose to sober side and draw near him. He immediately avoided but I took a hold of his nape to stop his face from avoiding me. "Chill, I am just going to whisper something," I said almost whispering. I pulled him closer to whisper something. "Never have I ever fucked."
He didn't blink nor breath. "A-achaia, w-what was that? It's a foul word!" With eyes widening.
I smirked. "Explains why I whispered it," I lip bite. I didn't know face-to-face rejection can be a massive turn on. "Well, babe, we haven't agreed not to include foul words."
He cleared his throat. My eyes slowly landed on his hands that tried to loosen his collar. "What's the dare?" He asked looking at me. Uncomfortably.
Is there something under you that tightens? Serves you, right!
"Hmm," I acted like I was thinking. But this task has been long overdue. "Kiss me here," I positioned my cheek and pointed it. I haven't prepared my cheek yet but he already landed his soft lips on my cheek in a very soft manner it became like a kiss in the air. I didn't feel it! "What the! That fast?" He nodded. Gosh!
He's too pure. I so like it.
"Your turn. Never have I ever wait, hmm," He was thinking deeply, cleared his throat and giving it a light massage. He was even licking his lower lip.
Someone's losing his cool. Every effing details he is doing can't escape my detective eyes. Even how his Adam's apple moved.
"Never have I ever went on a mountain trail," he looked at me as he said that.
I scoff for the third time. Fine, he didn't caught me there. No, I've never been on a trail. I so want it, but I'm afraid it'll ruin my skin. So, no thanks. I looked at him angrily.
"Sit away with me with a one-meter distance," he ordered. Wow! I haven't answered anything yet and now he's already ordering me to sit one-meter away from him.
I scowled. He doesn't want me that much, huh? What if I am just too naïve to notice him disliking me or I'm too haughty to give a fuck about him and his inner thoughts about me. What if he really is not into me? The idea made my temper boil. It immediately killed my energetic mood.
"Never have I ever lick a woman's private part," with one brow raised I asked. My happy mode just turned into something that will really bother him. Even if he doesn't say a single word, I know his answer already. "Sit near me with a one point five meter." I commanded coldly and any minute from now, he'll be sorry if he won't comply. Our distance seemed like more or less a one meter to me. A point five would be him above me or otherwise.
He garnered that I am losing my swelling energy he was unhesitant sitting near me. His distance is something I am not really happy about. I raised my brows.
"Is that how your one point five is?" I can't hide my voice getting ticked. One thing I don't like about a guy is when he boldly rejects me and my initiations. I know he is different from the rest, but his hard-to-get blow is something I am furious about. Its effect is not good for me. Knowing that his simple gestures wildly affects me and my inner woman and him not giving a hell about me… I am juts not content anymore. And all my life, I haven't been neglected if I try to flirt with men, even the gays want me.
Except him.
"I-I think so th---"
I didn't let him finish his sentence. I straddled at his front straightaway without any warning. Making sure I hit the right spots. My wrecked mood suddenly disappeared as I felt how hard he is already making myself moan. He cussed loudly making me feel even hotter. Ow? He curses? How badass.
I looked at him intently. "No one's going to move unless it's for the game's sake. This is my dare's inclusion. It's also forbidden for you to remove me here in your lap." My breathing became ragged and the words almost just a whisper.
"W-wait, maybe we can talk about it." He wanted to move me away, but I glared at him angrily, he stopped not almost breathing.
"I was being kind recently, now, it seemed my sanity has left me because of your nonsense rants," I spat riley. "Don't you dare make a move I won't like, or you wouldn't like what I'll do in return." I warned at him with a spiteful eye. He looked at me and there is stare again with eyes screaming how inconsiderate and unbelievable I am.
"Uhh, n-never have I ever uhh..." He never took a glance at me. He looked like a fool searching for something to retort. He looked like a high school student called by a teacher to answer in front of everybody hoping the answers would fall from the ceiling.
I chuckled and I can't help but feel giddy. Especially every time that I move, I am reminded how I affect him. "What?"
"N-never have I ever went on a business trip with family?"
I took a grasp of the bottle and drank. He held my waist for support as I did the picking of the bottle at the table in my back. I was thinking his going to remove me from him but I was wrong. He cleared his throat and he seemed distracted knowing it's my turn now.
"Can we be child-friendly here?" Out of nowhere he asked.
"Are you a child?" I kid and the silliness of me drove me to hump a little on him. He immediately gripped tightly on my waist stopping me from doing anything foolish.
"Achaia, are you trying to kill me this young?" He was getting impatient.
"Why?" I tried to sound innocent. "Is something bothering you?" I laughed it out seeing him in pure agony.
He didn't say anything and let me go one. My heart beat fastened in an unfamiliar phase knowing we are this intensely close. I can't help but be excited about this. I can't help it! Gosh!
"Hmm, never have I ever—"
"Aki, child-friendly. Please, not the hard one." He reminded with voice pleading already.
I'm confused as to which part of this game is difficult. He's the one who's difficult here.
I shrugged. "Never have I ever dream of kissing my girlfriend… hungrily." If he wouldn't drink this time, he better has a second life after death.
"H-honestly, I did. But I am trying my best to not think about it. And then here you are… trying to make me remember it again," I could sense that this game is a big torture for him.
"Blaming me?" I was being child-friendly already. Maybe he was bothered with our sitting situation right now. But this is harmless, there are certain things that are really driving me insane specially me above him sitting like this.
"N-nope," but he was obviously lying. He took a grip on my waist; I wrapped my arms around his neck and then he drank. I laughed and slow-clapped when he gets back on his seat. He is no saint.
"My turn," he took a deep breath and think. He was trying to be comfortable with this position, but his adjustments don't seem to include what's under me. It's still hard-rock. "Never have I ever kissed… my won elbows."
I laughed. It seemed easy. "That's it?" He nodded. "Easy."
I prepared my lips to kiss my right elbow but it can't. The hell? I tried it for the third time but still, I didn't succeed. My other arm tried to hold the elbow and got it near my lips but I failed. I got frusstrated. Am I missing something on our PE class before? I know I looked like a fool trying so hard to kiss my elbow but when I noticed Seven stopping his self from laughing, and realized that I can't, there he laughs massively. Probably, his neighbors can hear with the level of loudness in his laugh. He was vibrating.
"Are you making fun of me?" I tried to get mad, but his laugh was contagious I laughed as well. He was holding his stomach while the other is holding me. "You asshole!" I was about to softly punch his arm but since he was laughing unsteadily, like shaking to and fro, my punch went to his mouth. "Aww!" the sharpness of his teeth pained me. He stopped.
"H-hey, are you okay?" We chorus as we said that. Me checking his mouth, while he was busy checking my hand.
"I'm fine," we said in chorused so we both ended up laughing. I can feel my body about to fall because he was shaking while laughing so hard, he's touching his stomach. I was dang laughing too, not because of what happened, I was laughing because of him. He was really so funny and contagious to look at. By the looks of it, we're almost out of breath. Out of a moment he would stop laughing, then a moment later he would laugh again. Maybe because of the part where I looked like a fool trying to kiss my elbow, I was laughing, still, with the same reason.
I didn't notice I was slowly fell off him on the floor while laughing and pointing at him. My stomache is numb already as well as my jaw. I was literally lying on the floor and all but still we didn't stop laughing. He laughed again, when he saw another thing, me lying on the floor, rolling to and fro, him on the couch doing the same.
We are nuts.
It doesn't matter to me thought, I am with him anyway.
We only stopped when my phone rang. That's when he also realized how I look. I was wearing a dress for Pete's sake, maybe he was reminded again of our steamy game before everything broke off into a comedy-like theatre.
I sat and simply fix my dress and hair in a swift move. The floor with a carpet is clean so no worries, Achaia. I pulled my phone from somewhere and I accepted it seeing Anita on my screen.
I'm glad it is dad. I wouldn't answer this if it's going to be him.
"Anita?" I inhaled deeply trying to compose myself because I feel like I just landed from Jupiter.
"Hello Aki. Good evening. I'm really sorry to disturb you right now but your dad wants to know what time are you going home?"
The other line's background is so silent I can't tell if dad is beside her listening or not.
I looked at Seven. He was also busy staring at me while fixing his rolled sleeves.
I chuckled at the memory how his sleeves got messy. "I don't know yet. But I promise I will be home."
"Ow? Okay. Take care and please don't be home late."
"I won't be late but I'm going to be home early. Like early in the morning," I laughed at my own joke, looked at him again but he wasn't laughing about my response.
"Aki, your dad's leaving tomorrow morning for a business trip outside the country. Why wouldn't you send him there at the airport?"
I smiled bitterly, "Even if that is at the end of the world, I don't care, Anita."
"Aki!"
"Achaia!"
Seven and Anita both said in chorused.
"What are you talking about? No matter what you do and how you hate him that much, he is still your father! He still loves you even if you treat each other abnormally! And who is with you? Where are you?"
I don't want to say to her where I am. For privacy. "Seven."
"Seven? Who's that again?"
"Uhh, a friend." Something in my throat blocked my airways I swallowed hard. I don't want to lie about us but it's Anita who's asking and I don't want her telling dad about me and Seven. I know dad doesn't care about me, all the happenings in my life in every aspect may it be at school or my social life, I just want to zip my mouth because what if dad is just beside her. I don't want to compromise. It'll ruin my plans.
"Okay, where you at?"
"In a coffee shop. Seven and I just run over outside the resto from my meeting with Mr. Carbal and I wasn't able to personally and sincerely thank about what happened to us—to me. He is a good friend. We're having a good time now." I raised my voice in a high-pitched manner to sound convincing.
"Really? Fine. I'm going to end the call. Take care."
"Yeah, thanks." I put the phone down and breathe deeply.
"I'll send you home now," that was it and he stood from the couch, picked up the almost-empty bottle on the table. I couldn't look away as I was staring at him. He went to the kitchen sink and pour the remaining beverage there before he discarded the bottle at the garbage can.
Is he somehow… mad?
I wanted to clarify my instinct but I was again pulled back from reality. Stop. Stop thinking deeper things about you and him, Aki. I don't want it to be the reason to stop the plan.
Because at the end of the day, I know I was only playing him as my card.
A card that someday… I'll have to throw away.