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I can’t wait to play tomorrow.
 
Alright, last Sunday, I learned who the unknown texter was. I promise, I would’ve loved to keep my mouth shut about it, but I didn’t. I simply told every girl I know. I dunno why I did that. Haha. Probably, I’d like them to know that I got him first. Kidding!
 
So okay, after church, we went to a funeral. Actually, I didn’t want to go but the bishops’s wife made me go, like she begged me to come. I told Kash that I wasn’t coming, so she literally threw tantrums. She said the funeral wouldn’t be fun without me. I was like, “Hello, it’s a funeral. It’s not supposed to be fun.” I couldn’t just her go alone, so I went with them.
 
Kakay’s playing for the funeral, which I didn’t mind, because I covered for her to play for the child dedication earlier that Sunday.
 
I almost threw a fit while waiting for the girls to finish talking with each other. If there’s something that I could hate in the world forever, it’s WAITING. Plus, it’s already 10:30 PM in the evening; young girls should be home that time.
On our way out from the subdivision wherein the funeral was held, they all decided to watch the basketball and not to go home, and I went with them, though I know I don’t have the reason to watch the game because I know Rjo wouldn’t be there; he’s in Butuan City with his mom.
 
But then, Gerald was there. Too bad, he’s done play when we get there, and he’s just cooling down in a bench, relaxing. We missed our chance to see him change his shirt (what a girl-perv, haha).
 
The game wasn’t that great. Or probably, I wasn’t that interested in sports anymore, because I was more interesed with the story Ellah telling me that time.
 
We sat on a bench on the opposite side of the basketball court wherein Gerald was sitting. I didn’t say anything about him to my girl friends because I was afraid that they’ll tease me. Before midnight, he went home.
 
Someone made a comment how hot the “new guy” was, and Jayne said that they always talk whenever they see each other in the Big Blue House Store. Ahhh.
 
“Did he ask for your number?” I asked Jayne.
 
“Yes, because he needs it for the prepaid credits.” She answered.
 
“Does he text you?”
 
“Nope….. OMG! You have a crush on him?!”
 
“Nah…”
 
“Probably he’s the guy who texted you!” She blurted out, very loud enough for everyone in the basketball court to hear, including the players.
 
“Ssssshhh! Sige ulitin mo pa! I don’t think everyone heard you!” I said sarcastically.
 
“Di nga? How did you know it was him?” She probably thought I was imagining things and making up stories because I am not that pretty to be noticed by him.
 
“I’ll tell you about it, but promise me not to tell anyone.” And then she did.
 
I think she knows that someone’s secretly-texting-me-stuff, so I skipped that part and told her I figured things out, and to verify, I straight-forwardedly asked him, and he said yes.
 
“Yihee,” She teased.
 
“Please don’t tell people about, okay? They’d probably think I’m imagining those things.”
 
“Well, good luck! I hope I won’t forget that it’s a secret…”
 
“If you do, I will stop going to church and I will HATE you forever.”
 
“Grabe yan.”
 
We went all went home after the game. I’d like to walk with Chok and his brother, but Kash wasn’t up for it because she’s wearing high heels.
 
Before we parted, Jayne told me not to reply to Gerald’s text because he’s just probably playing around, looking for victims. In fact, he asked Ody for Mi Jan’s number.
 
OMG. The night hasn’t ended, and yet, I got bad news already. Now, I kind of wished that I didn’t figure out that it was Gerald.
 
I went to bed.
 
Monday morning:
 
I told my mom about the Gerald thing, and she’s like, “Congratulations, anak! Finally, somebody noticed you! Will he be your boyfriend?”
 
“Mom!”
 
I don’t know what happened with Mom, but she’s way cooler now. Probably, we both grew up already. She’s cool with everything now, as long as I’m being honest with her with everything I do. She knows all of my secrets now, especially with boys.
 
Mom rarely gives me advise about relationships because she once told me that she’d seen me grew up and very picky with guys, like I don’t get on something that I don’t want to do, so she trusts me. She said that she’s proud because I decided to made the vow to stay pure until the right guy comes along.
 
I’d realized the reason why she’s always nagging at me because of little things like wearing wrong undies, washing my face too much, or eating junk, is because she’s just looking out for my welfare. She wanted me to be pretty that’s why she’s only giving me bananas for breakfast.
 
“So, what are you gonna do about it?” She asked.
 
“Nothing, really. Wait around until I found out more about him.”
 
“Okay…”