does kind things to me. I sighed, feeling a little down.
I tidied up the kitchen and wiped my hands. I entered the living room, and I found him watching
one movie which was my favorite too. It was Coach Carter.
"I love that movie," I said, taking a seat on the chair beside the sofa he was in.
"Same here," he said, smiling.
"You could become a good coach too someday," I opened up.
"You think so?" he asked.
"Sure. You're good player and a good motivator too," I said.
He thought for a moment. "Oh. Your things are here. And your phone," he handed them to me.
"Thanks. How'd you get it?"
"Kris dropped it off earlier. Kristine was asleep all day too, and Kris went to practice."
"How about you, did you get some sleep?" I asked him.
"Yea. I slept here on the couch, waiting for you to wake up," he smiled again. Shoot me. I really want to take a picture of that smile.
I nodded. "Wait, did you say Kris went to practice? How about you? Aren't you supposed to be
there too?"
"I excused myself. Coach agreed," he assured me.
"Oh. Good thing he gave you permission," I smiled in relief.
I saw his phone on the couch beside him and began wondering what his phone number was. He
had called me many times before, but not using his own number. I was pushing away the
thought that maybe he knows my number by memory when he suddenly spoke up.
"Your number's still not on my phone. Care to save it?" he handed me his phone as he stood up. "By the way, where's the restroom?"
"It's on the end of that hallway," I pointed.
"Thanks," and he walked toward the direction I pointed out.
I pressed his phone and was shocked when I saw his wallpaper.
It was a picture of me, taken earlier when I was asleep in my bed. I looked like I was in deep
sleep, tucked under the blanket.
I just saved my phone number, quite disturbed with what I saw.
He entered the room again. I was fighting with my emotions and tried hard to look composed.
"Where's your Nanny Drei? I thought she was here," he asked getting the phone from me.
"Uhh. Mom asked her to do something for her. But she'll be here tomorrow," I said.
Just then the phone rang.
I answered it, and Nanny spoke on the other line.
She told me she'd be home early next morning, and after a few questions about each other, we
hung up.
I faced Anthony who was on his feet now.
"I think I better go. Will you be okay?" he asked.
"Yes. I can manage," I said, and I walked him to the door.
"I'll just call you so you can finally know my phone number," he said before stepping out.
"Sure," I replied.
Then he went off.
I found my phone on my seat and it suddenly rang. There was an unregistered number.
Anthony.
"Hello?"
"It's me. Save my number, okay?" He said on the other line.
"I will," I promised.
"Don't hesitate calling me if you feel lonely there. I'll be there in a flash," he sounded like a boasting little boy.
"Okay okay. I'll call you when I feel like a damsel in distress," I chuckled.
He laughed. "I'm hanging up. Take care," he said.
"Drive safely," I said.
"Yes Maam. Bye," he said.
"Bye."
I ended the call and was shocked at my wallpaper. I remember I had a photo of a puppy
assigned last night when we went to the party. But now there was a new photo. I recognized the
background as our living room. It had Anthony on it, wearing that smile that I so wanted to take
a picture of.
***
Chapter 7
"Not feeling dizzy anymore?" Kristine asked me as we met on the corridor the following Monday morning.
"Yea, I'm very fine now," I smiled.
"Good. Because we're up for a long day," she smiled back, with that familiar twinkle in her eye that only meant that Anthony was part of her plan.
"Why?" I asked."They have a game this afternoon. Though I'm not quite sure if Anthony's gonna play," she said, lost in thought.
"Why not?" I asked further.She went inside the classroom, steps ahead from me."He wasn't in practice last time. I heard coach was disappointed," she took her seat.
"What?" I couldn't believe it.
Before Kristine could ask why I was so affected, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and
saw Anthony's name.
"Uhh. Excuse me," I said, leaving the room. I didn't want Kristine to know who the caller was.
"Anthony," I answered the call.
"There's a game this afternoon. Are you coming?" he asked.
"Of course. But... Are you allowed to play?" I asked, worried.
He fell silent.
"No. But---"
"I thought he knew," I interrupted.
"Sorry if I lied Drei," he apologized.It was my turn to be silent.
"I'm really sorry Drei---" then the bell rang.
"Catch you later Anthony," I hung up. I know I should be grateful for what he did for me, but I can't help but feel guilty for his suspension in the team. I wasn't worth it.
~
Kristine and I were having our lunch at the cafeteria when Carl suddenly joined us.
"Hey," he greeted us.
"Hi there," Kristine greeted happily.
I just smiled. Even if I was in the mood, I still wouldn't talk to him.
They were chatting as if I wasn't around. But I liked it that way. What I didn't like was how Carl
glanced at me. It was as if he was eyeing me carefully. It was as if he knew me even before we
met. I concentrated on my lunch instead.Just then Kris showed up.
"Hey guys!" he greeted, sounding so much like Kristine.
I smiled at him too, but warmer than the one I gave to Carl.Carl took the seat beside Kristine in
front of me, so Kris had no other choice but sit beside me.
"Are you watching this afternoon?" Kris asked us.Kristine and I nodded, Carl scoffed.
I think I saw Kris shot him a dagger look, but I wasn't sure because I saw Anthony approaching
our table.
"Game this afternoon okay?" he said to everyone in the table.
"Yes sir!" Kristine answered. I
