Kiss of hatred

Prologue

Prologue

Hindi makapaniwalang nakatitig si Anaya kay Nixon. Matapos siyang hilain ng lalaking ito, sisigawan lang siya nito?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" galit na sigaw ni Anaya kay Nixon saka malakas na binawi ang kaliwang kamay sa mahigpit na pagkakahawak ni Nixon.

"I should be the one asking you that?! What the hell are you think you're doing inside? Dancing and partying with your ex-boyfriend! Does Vincent even know about you talking with your pervert ex-boyfriend!?" galit na sigaw ng binata pabalik.

Bahagya siyang napaigtad sa lakas ng boses nito. Kung hindi lang gabi at wala masyadong dumadaan baka nagtipon na ang mga tao at pinapanood sila na parang mag-syotang nagaaway.

"What the! Why are you shouting at me? And why do you care anyway? It's not like i have to let kuya know every little thing about me! Well you please mind your own business and leave me alone? It's my graduation so i have every right to do anything and that includes dancing and partying with Mark. "

Nixon is staring at her intently. Composing himself not to shout at her again. but hearing her say about how how he should leave her and mind his own business just anger him more.

"And why is that? Do you enjoy your ex-boyfriend's company? Does he satisfy you? Is he good at makin-"

Hindi na natapos ni Nixon ang sasabihin dahil dumapo ang isang kamay ni Anaya sa mukha niya. Bahagyang napatagilid ang mukha niya sa lakas ng sampal ng dalaga.

"Do you even hear what you're saying right now? Who the fuck are you to scold me for dancing with my ex-boyfriend? And lastly, wala kang karapatan na sabihin sa akin yan na para bang isa akong patapun na babae."
Garagal ang boses ng dalaga na hindi pa rin makapaniwala. She's at the verge of crying. But not in front of him. In front of this darn playboy.

Mukhang nakabawi sa gulat ang binata kaya nilabanan niya ang masamang tingin sa kaniya ng dalaga.

"Why? Do you really like that bastard that much, para hayaan mo siyang mag-take advantage sa mga galaw niya sayo?"

"Gago!" tanging nasambit na lang ng dalaga saka tinulak si Nixon na agad namang nasalo ng binata ang kamay.

"Tell me Aya. Do you still like him?"  Nixon asked her in a rage eyes. Anaya was breathless because of their closeness pero pinilit pa rin niyang sumagot.

"Why? Are you jealous? Do you want me to dislike him and like you intead? Is that it Nix? Do you like me? "

Natigilan ang binata saka dahan-dahang binitawan ang kamay ni Anaya.

"Don't be ridiculous Anaya. You're just my best friend's sister. I should be guarding you like your brother whenever he's not around." saka tuluyang tumalikod ang binata.

"Then why? Why the hell are you so protective over me? Why do you care this much?"
Pigil ni Anaya rito.

"Anaya! " he's serious. And she knows it. Whenever Nixon call her with her full name alam niyang seryoso na ito.

"Answer me Nixon? Why? Why are you doing this to me? " galit na sigaw ng dalaga?

"Come to your senses Anaya. You're just like a little sister to me. Plus I'll be  engage next month."
Saka ito tuluyang umalis at sumakay sa kotse. Nilampasan lang siya ng binata na ni hindi man lang nililingon.

I hate you.

"I  HATE YOU." puno ng galit na sigaw ni Anaya.

"Arrghh!! I HATE YOU! " na sinabayan pa niya ng pagpadyak. Para siyang bata na inagawan ng isang mahalagang laruan. Unti-unti siyang napaupo sa malamig na semento. Saka marahas na pinupunasan ang mga luha na sabay-sabay sa pag-agos.  I really hate you Nixon. Damn you!

A/n:
So how's the prologue?