Badboy's Goodgirl (Badboy Series 1)

Chapter Two

Kosovar

Noong una at inakala ko na perpekto ang buhay ko kasama ang mga magulang ko. Hindi ko akalain na ang buhay pala ay hindi palaging masaya at puno ng kulay, saka ko lang napag-alaman iyon nang mamatay ang ina ko. Hindi man lang ako nagkaroon ng pagkakataong makapagpaalam sa kaniya.

Life sucks. I hate life itself. Sana ay hindi na lang namatay si Mom, baka siguro ay hindi ako ganito ngayon at nasa ibang kalagayan ko. Kaya naging malaki ang galit ko kay Dad dahil ang dali para sa kaniyang kalimutan si Mom, ilang taon pa lang nung nawala si Mom ngunit may pinalit na siya agad. That's not fair.

"I heard he got into jail last week."

Hindi na bago sa akin ang pagbubulungan ng mga tao sa paligid ko. Sanay na ako sa mga naririnig kong tsismis tungkol sa akin. It was somehow true, but as far as I remember, I got into jail last year. Kukuha na nga lang ng impormasyon, mali-mali pa.

"Yes, and his whole badboy thingy started after his Mom died. I bet he's a bad son—"

Kaya kong pasanin ang mga pang-iinsulto nila sa akin pero ibang usapan na kapag dinamay nila ang nanay ko.

Huminto ako sa paglalakad, hinarap ko ang dalawang kababaihang nagtsi-tsismisan sa likod ko pa mismo. Napahinto silang dalawa, hindi nila napansin na ang pinag-uusapan nila ay nasa harap lang nila't nakikinig. Nakakatuwang pagmasdan ang takot na ekspresyon sa mga mukha nila habang nakatingala sa tangkad ko.

"Can you repeat what you said to my face?" I asked with raised eyebrow.

As expected, one of them screamed for help and the other ran away as far as possible. I rolled my eyes at their cowardness and continued walking with my hood over my head, eyes on the floor and a wireless earphone in one of my ear. They all think that I'm a bad person, which I am. What do they call me again? A badboy? That's what you call guys who disrespects his parents, comes homes off curfew, drinks, smokes, gets high and some other bad shits, right?

"Sobrang sama niya. I can't believe someone like him exist!" Nagpatuloy ang mga usapan ng mga estudyante ng Guirero Monte High, probably the worst school ever.

Yes, I did go to jail but not because I killed someone like they said. I went to jail because I was drunk late at night, good thing I was not in my legal age yet that time so they had to set me free unwillingly.

I was deep in my thoughts when something heavy jumped on my back, her little arms strangling my neck almost choking the life out of me.

"Kuya!" She screamed in my ear, I swear I almost have gotten deaf.

Fuck, this crazy b***h again.

Binaklas ko ang braso nito sa leeg ko at marahas siyang pinaalis sa likod ko. Hinarap ko siya, handa na para sigawan at pagalitan ito subalit hindi inasahan ang mag-iiba ang ayos niya kumpara kahapon.

She was wearing a cute white crop top with a picture of a kitten printed on the front, she matched it with a white high-waist denim jeans and a white sneakers. Her dark long hair is settled in low pigtail braids and her baby hairs are combed neatly over her clean forehead, her fair tan skin was glowing.

I admit, she's cute and attractive. Medyo singkit ang mga mata ngunit kapansin-pansin pa rin ang kulay tsokolate niyang kulay. Matangos ang ilong niya na bagay sa kaniya, manipis ang mga labi ngunit mapula't kaakit-akit. She looks so fragile because of her small figure, her height surely doesn't even reach my chin.

But her personality were quite the opposite. Her voice wasn't cute at all, she's loud and crazy which I hate the most. Plus, she's too innocent to be in highschool, she give the vibes of an elementary school girl.

I see her a lot, she sure loves to roam around and is adventurous. Wherever I go, she's there helping whoever needs help and wants help. She doesn't even realize that people are taking advantage of her kindness. She's so naive. It's annoying to watch her.

She was smiling widely at me, waving her small hand adorably.

"Hi, Kuya."

Another thing I dislike about her besides her innocence, craziness and kindness is whenever he calls me 'kuya.'

"Anyways, Kuya. Narealize ko na hindi ko na-introduce ang sarili ko ng maayos." She cleared her throat dramatically and even held my hand with her small and soft ones. "I'm Jezer Mariano, 17 years old but you can call me Jez for short."

If I didn't know that she's the daughter of my Dad's girlfriend, I wouldn't have dislike her this much. I don't even know if she knew already since she keeps calling me 'kuya' even when I told her not to. I don't want any siblings, especially someone like her. I won't even let her and her mother step inside my home. I won't accept.

"Hey!" She shook my hand lightly to get my attention, I looked at her again and didn't mean to admired her adorable look she's giving me. "Magsalita ka naman, Kuya. Kosovar lang talaga? Wala bang ihihigsi 'yang pangalan mo?"

"Just Kosovar." I said firmly and revoked my hand from her hold but I still felt the warmth feeling of her skin on my palm.

Tinalikuran ko siya at naglakad palayo, inasahan kong susundan niya ako tulad ng ginawa niya kahapon pero ilang sandali na ang lumipas pero wala pa ring unggoy na pumapasan sa likod ko. Tinignan ko ang oras sa relo ko na napangiwi nang makitang pasukan na.

That's why.

...

Tinanggal ko ang hoodie ko at ginulo ang buhok ko. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh. Kaylangan kong umuwi ng maaga, kapag late akong umuwi ay siguradong kukumpiskahin ni Dad ang cellphone ko. He is that strict. Hindi siya dating mahigpit at istrikto pero simula nung namatay si Mom ay palagi niya na akong pinag-iinitan ng ulo. The reason why I hate him so much, I hate him for replacing Mom that easily. I heard that his replacement will move to our home along with her annoying daughter.

Just great. So great I could even jump while clapping in glee.

Sasakay na sana ako sa motorsiklo ko nang mamatahan ko si Jezer na naglalakad, nakangiti habang pumipindot-pindot sa cellphone niya na tila may ka-text. May nakasunod sa kaniyang mga grupo ng babae, nagsisikuhan ang mga ito at nagtuturuan until one girl approached Jezer.

They were talking about something until she handed her a stock of notebooks and walked away along her minions, but since they were walking towards my direction, I managed to eavesdrop to their conversation.

"See? I told you she'll do our homeworks. She's too nice, y'know. And now, we can party all night long without those stupid chemistry shits!" They cheered in accomplishment. It made my blood boil for some reason.

They laughed and giggled but lowered their head when they saw me. They ran away from me with a yelp and exchanging converdation about how scary I am.

I returned my attention on my supposed to be sistet. She looked like she's struggling to carry those notebooks in her small hands. She's so naive, not having a slightest idea that she's being used.

My feet seemed to have a mind of its own and began walking towards her. When her eyes landed on mine, she immediately smiled and waved her hand cheerfully.

I wonder where she gets this so much energy with that fragile-looking body of hers.

"Hi, Kuya!"

Binaliwala ko siya at kinuha ang mga notebooks na hawak niya.

"K-kuya, that's mine." Sinubukan niyang bawiin ang mga notebooks sa akin pero nilayo ko ito sa kaniya at matiim siyang tinignan sa mga mata.

"Ako na gagawa." I'm sure as hell not doing those bitches' homeworks.

She pouted at me. "Okay, fine. Make sure to actually do their assignments, I don't want those girls to be mad at me because I didn't help them."

I nodded, trying my best to be convincing.

"Aw, thank you so much, Kuya! May tinatago ka naman palang kabaitan." She playfully slapped my arm, she dropped her hand instantly when I glared at her. "Fine, aalis na 'ko. You're so mean." She turned her back with a huff.

Nang makaalis na siya ay tinapon ko sa basurahan ang mga notebooks. Those girls doesn't deserve any help, inaabuso nila ang kabaitan ng baliw na babaeng 'yon. Nakakabahala ang kainosentehan niya at ang kawalan niya ng muwang. It pisses me off whenever she helps everyone who asks for it.

And she said she's a badgirl and wanted be in a gang.

Crazy.

Bumalik ako sa motorsiklo ko at sinuot ang helmet. Nagmaneho ako pauwi sa bahay, hindi na ako nag-abala pang batiin si Dad sa salas at dumiretso sa kwarto ko.

But Jezer was right, nasa gang nga ako. Duon ko natutunang manigarilyo at uminom. That's my way of lessening the pain I feel and it really helped, I don't have regrets.

The gang I'm in was just a small ordinary gang. The members are all teenagers and from the same school I'm at. There are other ordinary gangs as well from other schools, sila ang mga kalaban ng grupo namin. But whenever they fight, I just stay out of it and prefer to do my own business. I do street fights sometimes, I even tried stealing cars for money.

Hindi ko na kayang isalba ang sarili sa sariling bisyo ko. I've gone so far away that I struggled when I tried to return to my old self again but ended up giving up instead.

I entered my bathroom and did my rituals. Humiga ako sa kama pagkatapos kong magbihis, kumuha ako ng sigarilyo sa nightstand at sinindihan ito ng lighter.

I did a lot of things and got addicted to it, but I was never addicted to drugs. Sure, I tried maybe once or twice but my body didn't like it so I never tried it again. Mahirap lumabas sa bisyong paninigarilyo at pag-inom, ano pa kaya kung sa droga?

"Sova." My Dad's voice boomed behind the door, knocking aggressively.

Bumangon ako't inalis ang sigarilyo sa bibig ko. Pinagbuksan ko siya ng pinto ngunit siniguradong hindi niya makikita ang hawak kong sigarilyo.

Ni wala siyang kaalam-alam sa buhay ko, hindi niya man lang inaalam kung anong pinagdadaanan ko. I'm sure he doesn't want me here anymore.

"What?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Fix yourself, your Tita Leah is moving in with her daughter." He said.

"They're moving now?" What? He didn't even ask if that's okay with me. What kind of father is he?

"Please, Sova. Don't mess this up, don't complicate and ruin things."

I shrugged. "Whatever." I closed the door on his face, I returned to my bed and continued smoking.

So his girlfriend's moving in with that weird girl. How exciting. Don't mess things up? Don't ruin and complicate things? I will gladly do that.

Naghintay ako ng ilang saglit bago lumabas, may ingay akong narinig sa unang palapag kaya't bumaba ako habang may sigarilyong nakaipit pa rin sa bibig ko.

"Kosovar." Tawag ni Dad sa akin nang makatapak ako sa huling baitan ng hagdanan. Blanko ang mukha ko nang lumingon ako sa gawi nila.

Nakaupo ang babae niya sa couch katabi ang anak nitong abala sa cellphone at may ka-text na naman. Her nose is crunched and she's wearing her signature pout on his face.

I pulled the cigarette off my lips. "What?"

"Since when did you learn how to smoke, young man?" He sounded furious while standing up.

I chuckled. "Oh? You don't know I smoke? I've been smoking for so long now. I'm already an adult anyways."

Nakita ko kung paano natigilan si Jezer, binaba niya ang cellphone niya at tumingin sa paligid niya at nang magkita ang mga mata namin ay nanlaki ang mga mata niya. Ngunit ilang saglit pa ay may malaking ngiti na gumuhit sa labi niya.

Tch.

"Nasa pamamahay kita kaya susundin mo lahat ng gusto ko. Ayokong naninigarilyo ka sa pamamahay ko."

"Well then, maybe, I should leave. There's no room for me here."

"Kuya Kosovar!" Jezer interrupted, waving her hands in the air in a weird manner. "Ikaw pala ang magiging kapatid ko! Wow, that's so cool!"

I looked at her flatly before saying, "I'm not your kuya."

"Huh? We will be kasi magpapakasal na si Mom at si Tito—"

"Hindi pa sila nagpapakasal."

She paused and stared at the ceiling like she's thinking. "But... that's still the same. You're months older than me so I'll still call you kuya."

"Kosovar." Dad's replacement called me. I clenched my fists and dragged my eyes to look at her. Now I know where Jezer got her looks. "I'm Leah, I know I will never replace your Mom but I hope we can still get along."

"Yes, you're right." I said through gritted teeth. "You will never replace my Mom. Ever." I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me. It's suffocating inside, it felt like I don't belong there.

Fuck!