"So, how did you know my name?" Lance asked after he gave me a cup of coffee in front. I even check for him under my eyelids but I just saw him tiltingng his head on the left, trying to weigh things inside his head.

Uh, well? How will I explain this? Should I tell him straight that I like him first hand or make some cutie-patootie sweet nothings to make him fall in love?

Ugh, it's not even possible, Erin! Fucking dream on.

I cleared my throat first before grabbing the cup, still deciding on what to reply. I felt my hand tremble a little when I finally put the cup back down on the table and finally face him, trying to be bold yet cute at the same time.

Shez.

"I like you and I search for someone whom I like." I answered nonchalantly.

He raise a brow at me then not long enough, he finally laugh his ass out. Lance even wipe a tear on the side of his right eye using his forefinger and the others are hung mid-air.

I made a face on what I saw and sip a coffee again. The sweet aroma lingers my nostrils and the bittersweet taste feels like nostalgia. Well, my mother usually mad me a coffee like this for me back when I was in highschool while uh– she's still with us.

I pouted as Lance finally put his closed hands on the table and look at me thoroughly.

"Look, Miss, you aren't a Daniel Padilla type of a person and I don't do vaginas. Not even trying to fuck one so please, crash that feeling. We are just an accident after all."

Ouch. That hurts.

I roll my eyes to show him that I don't care on whatever he wants to say. And I do not want to show him that I am hurt neither let him feel I am inferior. By fact, I am Erin Rowe and guys begs for me. Not vice versa.

"It's fine. I may not have a penis like whoever that Daniel Padilla is, but surely, I have the thing you gays wished for. Wanna see 'it' at least?" I teased but he just blush on what I said.

I didn't know gays are shy! Or maybe this gay is just into me but just trying to hide his intentions because again, he's a 'gay'.

Please, I am irresistible.

He's staring at me as I make another set of laugh and I am the one who wipe a tear this time. He's obviously trying to fit in on my humor but I am kinda savage and this gay can't defeat a thing to me. Beat.

"Stop it, woman." He said and stands up. He went up on the stairs and I saw him sat on the bed while doing something on his iPhone.

Trying not to laugh again, I make my way to the kitchen counter and got to see my right leg covered with bandage. Lance did this and I am sure as hell that I am going to keep this bandage once I'll change it. Just a remembrance, anyway.

God, I sounded like an obsess psycho.

When I was on my way to the couch, I heard my phone rang and I almost tap my head on what I just realize.

This must be Monica or Enrique!

I cup my skirt and slide my right hand under it before I finally found my phone on my cycling. Yep. If my clothes have no pockets, I always put my phone inside the cycling to uh, to make it more handy while flirting when I'll go clubbing. Again, Mom taught me this kind of trick.

Enrique calling...

I take another step forward before answering his call. I am about to say my usual greeting but Enrique's voice invaded my eardrums not long after I hit the answer button.

The fuck?!

"Holy, Carabao! Where are you?! Brian's calling me for an hour already and he's furious! Fuck, Margarete! How fool are you not to hide that pair of pj you wore earlier– I mean, yesterday!"

I gasp on what Enrique said and check for the messages on my phone. Scanning it up and down is a complete disaster. Brian's messages are all over the screen—having his countless cuss and 'where are you?' then another cuss again. He's obviously... mad. And I am doomed.

I hurriedly called Lance's name but he remained deaf while still on his phone. God, I don't have extra time for his tantrums!

I annoyingly throw a slipper at him above and he immediately look at me—annoyed too.

"What are y–"

"Stop nagging and bring me back to that club! My brother's mad and I am sure as hell that I will going to be a dead meat!"

The gay just raise his left brow and stare at me—waiting for me to utter my 'joke'. But he heard nothing.

"Fuck, gay! Hurry up!" I shouted and walk to the doorway—still in pain.

This leg is useless as fuck! Gosh, what have I gotten myself into?

I heard his steps down on the stairs and suddenly, I felt his arms under my knee already. He carried me bridal style again while his face is still stoic but he's obviously making a fast phase.

Good thing we arrived the fence as fast as possible but instead of going to the tree where we climbed up earlier, he walk to the left and a small gate was proudly standing on that place.

What the fuck? Wait, how many times did I cuss today? I lost count and sure I am really going to hell. God.

"There's a gate but you chose to climb that tree earlier and I end up falling?! Man, how evil you can be? You must have told me!" I scream when I finally stand on the ground.

He just shook his head and walk back—not planning to give me an answer. But before he finally make another step, he turn around and look at me straight on my eyes, "you gave me lots of baggage today. Give me your brother as a gift."

Ew. I thought he has a boyfriend?

I chuckled lightly and take a step hardly, "Man, if there is a one and only Rowe you can have, it's basically... Me. Not my brother nor my father. It's me and me alone and you don't have a choice."

After saying it, I walk away from him without bidding my goodbye. That reply was a goodbye itself. Like, "goodbye, you'll be mine" and "goodbye, fuck you some other time".

My phone rang again and this time, it is Brian.

I felt my knees shake a little after reading his name on the screen. If there is someone I am afraid to fool around, it would be my brother. He is calm and good but he doesn't want me to be like this —go on a club without him and play with men out there. He's very protective and he is scary when mad.

Erin, you did mess with the dragon this time.

***

"Brother, I was with a friend." I simply replied while we walk our way inside our house. I even make a face when I felt a sting on my leg. Instead of being concern over what happened to my flawless leg, he throw the key on the center table and it immediately ring a sound all over the place. Brian heaved a deep sigh before fixing his glasses and look back at me again.

"You fucking lied to me and how am I suppose to believe that another excuse?"

"I swear. I was with another gay friend I met in the university earli–"

"You are fucking with a stranger you just met?! Erin, how coul–"

"Brian, grammatical error!" I frustratedly scream and mess my hair. This geek! He's a Dean's lister and all but he composed his sentence unnerving to hear!

"I am not fucking a stranger! Watch your grammar!" I sat on the couch and continue my words, "remove the 'fucking' and we will be both at ease. No strings."

I said while raising my hands in the air but he was just looking at me intently.

God, why do I have this kind of sibling?

"Straighten your actions, Erin. You aren't a grade school anymore." He pointed me but I just pout.

"A grade schooler doesn't play with dicks." I whispered but I am shock when Brian gasp and look back at me again.

"Fuck, woman! You're one hella pain the ass! Who's the owner of the dick you just touched?!"

I instantly blush on what I heard from my brother and laugh all the way. He's also blushing yet raging while he stares at me down on the couch.

Trust me, brother, I don't know either.

Pft. It sounds slutty.

I stand up and kiss him on his cheek before finally walks upstairs. He even took a step backward and look at me unbelievably.

"Erin, I don't want a child inside this house! Control your hormones!"

I laugh and shout back to humor my brother, "Kuya, I am all tight as fuck! Don't judge me!"