Mali palang dito ako tumambay para mag-aral.
I expect that it would be less noisy here, pero hindi.
"Kasalanan ko ba kung gusto ako ng boyfriend mo? Ha?! I am better than you!"
“No, you're wrong! You are not better than me!”
The girl smirked, “Well he wants me, not you! Let me go, btch!”
“Just to let you know, nabalitaan ko na ikaw anka zero sa Chemistry quiz ni Miss Danica!”
Nagulantang ako sa sinabi ng babae kaya naman napapailing ako habang binabalik ng atensyon ko sa aking pinag-aaralan.
Gosh. What the hell.
Relaxing na sana ng pag-aaral ko dito pero may mga ganitong eksena pa rin talagang hindi ako makaligtas-ligtas eh. 
Mismong chismis on live pa ang lumalapit sa’kin.
This sight is draining me.
I sigh again, deeper this time, and let my eyes shut for a while.
Ito ba 'yong pagmamahal na sinasabi ng karamihan?
Screaming, hair-pulling, proving who is more worthy to be loved by only one man.
"Aba, anak kayo ng magaling! Bossing, lagot tayo kay Miss nito!"
Napakunot ang noo ko habang nakapikit nang may ibang boses na humalo sa sigawan ng mga babae.
"Hey, stop! Vien, awatin mo'yung isa."
Santino.
When I opened my eyes, I stared blankly at their situation. It felt like I'm watching a teleserye unfold in front of me.
"Santino Natividad," I muttered under my breath. The syllables of his name barely escaping as I lean on the bench I am sitting.
Just by hearing his name in my own voice made my skin feel electric. The man of my dreams.
I can see that Santino’s face turning red as he tried to pull the girl away. Isa pa sa napansin ko sakaniya ay mabilis siya pag pawisan. He was wearing our school uniform with a touch of green in the collar part for the boys. Even in uniform he looks attractive.
Naka uniform din naman ako ngayon eh, a white uniform na may touch of green stripes sa manggas para sa babae and moss green slacks! Almost same but I don’t look appealing!
Unfair.
Vien and Santino is now pulling them apart from each other which finally they let go. Natawa akong bahagya nang pumamewang si Santino at hingal habang nakatingin sa dalawang babae.
The girl in pink is still shouting and heavily breathing, while on the other hand, the girl that pulled the hair is now wiping her face with the back of her hand and smirking. I can see from here that her hand is trembling.
Maybe because of betrayal? Pain? Satisfaction?
But I am not surprised that Santino is still here. He's the Vice Mayor of the student council after all. Si Vien naman ang Mayor. Maybe they have a meeting that's why he is still staying with his friend.
The boy who's probably the root of this whole mess, is nowhere to be found.
Of course. Boys would always be boys. They keep running away from the responsibility that they should take accountability.
The love within a partner relationship what I see in my surrounding is suffocating, exhausting. It is loud and... violent. Parang isang premyo na pinag-aagawan ng napakaraming tao kahit pa na ang maging resulta no'n sa huli ay ikakasira nila.
I focused now on my books and notes nang simulang mag-usap ng mahinahon. Hindi naman ganito 'yung pagmamahal na nababasa ko sa libro ah. Hindi ito 'yung pagmamahalan na alam ko.
Hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko na ibalik ang tingin ko sakanila pero biglang tumahip ang tibok ng puso ko nang makita kong nakatingin sa’kin si Santino.
He was just staring at me as Vien talking to the two ladies. I can’t help myself but to take a gulp.
This isn’t the first time na magtitigan kaming dalawa but this is so awkward! Though sometimes I just cherish the moments like this kasi minsan lang naman.
Memories to keep and way better than moving my luck to him.
Wala rin naman akong pag-asa.
Naputol ang pagtitigan namin nang kausapin siya ni Vien, so I just looked back on what I’m doing.
What a day for me, huh.
For me, love is something solemn... quiet. A glance and shared memories. A line from a book that felt like it only spoken just for me.
Not like this.
Full of voices and accusations, curses are spilled in broad daylight.
Siguro kaya ako nanatiling malayo at tahimik kay Santino. Because the love I kept giving him lives in the pages of my journal, where it's safe. Walang sinuman ang magsasabunutan o magsisigawan. Just me and my thoughts. Walang taong maglalakad palayo sa'yo habang sumisigaw ka sa wala.
But maybe it's cowardness... or maybe it's preservation.