I thought your apartment wouldn't be ready for another two weeks?" Jax asked as I folded my clothes and stuffed them in my overnight bag with the fury of a heartbroken housewife packing up mid-teleserye.
I didn’t answer. I was too busy pretending that folding socks equated to emotional stability.
Buong araw akong nagtrabaho sa fire exit. Oo, sa fire exit. I looked like a glorified squatter beside the extinguisher. And why? Because Andrè decided to camp in the cubicle beside mine. Like, of all places?! Gusto niya ba talaga akong itulak sa emotional breakdown with matching background music?
Did he want to see me tear up while writing pleadings?!
"If it's about the other day—"
"I feel betrayed."
Gulat si Jax. He looked like I just accused him of stealing my boyfriend. Which, in this cas
