Twaine's Point of View :"I-I don't know about his resignation. Why did he resigned and since when?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked my friend. "Because of Miss Roxanne. You know the rules of the school, don't you? He's the one who sacrificed his job for Miss Roxanne." Because of what Ana said, my chest hurt even more. He could sacrifice his job just because of that woman. She's so lucky. "A-ana, you go in. I'll just talk to Kyle." I said to Ana. I didn't wait for her response, I immediately ran to look for Kyle. Because of whoever ran into me, the books I was carrying fell off. I didn't have time to pick them up so I just let them go. "Miss! Miss just wait, your books!" I didn't realize that the one who hit me was chasing me. Turning around, I immediately saw who it was. It's Clyde. "Give me that!" I just grabbed the books he handed me and I continued running again. "Wow! Thank you!" He said sarcastically. I turned to him and voluntarily thanked him. "T-thank you—" "S
Twaine's Point of View :I awoke to a series of knocks on the door here in my bedroom. It was frustrating for me to get up and open up to whoever was treacherous disturbing my deep sleep. "Who are you—" I couldn't continue speaking when Kyle's smiling face appeared on me. "Good morning my wife!" he greeted me with a smile. "Why are you here?" I asked him emotionless. "Ouch!" He pretended to have pain in his chest. He held on there as he looked at me as if he was offended by what I said. "Don't you want to see me? I even cooked your favorite pancake and then that's how you'll open it to your handsome husband?" He said like a child. Wait, when did a serious Kyle Mendez learn to pout? Just now! "Didn't I told you to leave?" I still have no emotion. I was about to close the door of my room but he blocked his two arms there. "I'm sorry, my wife. I love you!" Damn this heart, why is it so fast to explode with the simple I love you of a Kyle Mendez? Argh! "Stop that nonsense joke, K
Kyle's Point of View :It's already eight o'clock in the morning but Twaine still doesn't go down to her room, all I know is that she has a class at 10 o'clock so I decided to go to her room. I don't understand her, she's still okay when we ate. She was still talking to me. I made three consecutive knocks on her bedroom door. "Twaine," I call her name. "Twaine aren't you coming in?" I asked her. "Twaine, are you mad? Talk to me, please!" I still beg her from outside her bedroom door. It also looks like she has no intention of opening the door for me. "What is your problem?" Her annoyed face flashed at me. "Are you mad?" I asked. "It's none of your business! You're already with your Roxanne, right? So, why do you care?" She said angrily. She was about to close the door of her room, so I quickly blocked it with my arms. "Twaine, what are you talking about? Haven't we talked about Roxanne before?" "That's it! We've already talked, haven't we? But you still managed to kiss her—an
Twaine's Point of View :The smiles I didn't expect today still can't be erased from my lips. It seems like a while ago when I caught my husband kissing another woman. But because he explained about it, I couldn't get rid of the thrill. His confession and his sweetness. The setup of Kyle and I’s relationship has changed, maybe because we’ve both already admitted to ourselves our true feelings for each other. "Twaine," I stopped walking when Miss Roxanne called me. "Yes?" I politely asked. Even though she is my husband's woman, I still need to respect her because she is still my adviser. "How dare you!" She said softly but I knew she was angry. She really has the right to be angry now? What a shameless woman. "Why?" I asked her emotionless. "Stop acting like you don't know anything!" Her voice was strong and loud when she said those words to me. "What are you talking about, Miss Roxanne? I don't understand you." I said calmly. I don't want to ruined my mood just because of her.
Twaine's Point of View :I just got home from school when I caught up with Kyle who looked troubled. He was staring at his laptop while his forehead was furrowed. He seems to have a problem. I slowly climbed into my room. He was thinking a lot and I had no idea what it was. He didn't even feel my presence. I laid down on the mini table here in my room the three books I had brought from school. I also hung my handbag on my hanger before I took off my uniform and dressed for home. I wore pajamas and a white shirt. Because Kyle doesn't want me to wear shorts even here at home, maybe he can't help it seeing me wearing sexy clothes—you know what I mean. After I got dressed I went downstairs. I still caught up with Kyle in that position. His forehead was still furrowed as he stared at his laptop. "Wifey, there you go." He said while smiling at me. "If you smile now, you don't seem to have a problem, right? What is it that your forehead is frowning at?" I ask him as I fetch water from
Twaine's Point of View :I am currently sitting here in one of our university bleachers while waiting for my two friends. Jeremy and Ana. They were called to the Dean's office for a while. "Thinking of me?" A familiar voice spoke from behind me. Wait, what it is again? Thinking of him? "Wow! What a courage of yours! Are you that handsome?" I said sarcastically while clapping. He just replied with a laugh. "What do you need?" I asked him raising my eyebrows. But instead of answering me he just shrugged. He's nice to talk to guys, promise. "I just want to accompany my angel." I looked at him when he suddenly spoke. "Your angel?" I repeated. "Yes, I miss her every day." He said while looking into the distance. "Oh, then why are you here next to me?" I keep asking him. He said he wanted to accompany his angel but I was the one he's bothering. "Because she's here." He answered while still looking into the distance. I frowned and looked at him again. "Where? Is she there?" I aske
Someone's Point of View :"You love her right?" I said to the young man next to me. "Psh," was his only response to me. "Why don't we make a plan?" He turned to me without emotion because of the word I left out. "What plan?" He asked coldly. "Let's ruin their relationship. I know that you knew how much I love her husband. And I also knew that you love her since then," he clenched his two fists after hearing what I said. "I'm not that desperate," he said emotionless. "So, you're just going to leave her with other men?" I asked him angrily. This child is making me annoyed the way he talks to me."Why not? If she's happy then that's ok with me." He’s smart too. I think I made a mistake when I approached him for help. Tsk! "Weak!" I just said. "Who cares?" He replied. I almost slap myself because of annoyance. Why did I approached this young man again? To ask his help without knowing that he's a problem too. Damn! "If she's happy? Then what about your happiness? Will you just en
Twaine's Point of View :It's already nine in the evening but Kyle isn't home yet. Three in the afternoon earlier when he texted that he couldn't pick me up because he went to an emergency. I can not understand myself. I feel like he's lying to me. My heart doesn't want to believe him, but it's my brain that tells me not to over think because I'm the one that Kyle loves and no one else. I've prepared our dinner before but until now I still don't touch it. I still don't eat even though my pets are hungry there, inside my stomach. I want us to eat together. I admit I'm bored and sleepy but I still want to wait for him. When I heard the doorbell, I ran to the door to see who was outside. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was Kyle. I opened the door and went outside to open the gate. After Kyle parked his car in the garage I closed the gate. "I'll do it wifey." He said as I was about to close the gate, but I didn't listen to him. I still closed it even though he volunt