by M.G. Marquez
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MAGGIE
It’s a Friday so technically, I’m not allowed to be at Guji’s house. But I am.
I greeted Hana, the Head of the Housekeeping, and asked if Guji was home. He was. I walked straight into his room and found it empty. I put the paper bag I brought on top of his bed. I bought Guji chicken empanadas which happened to be one of his favorites. It’s a peace offering and a thank-you gift as well.
I noticed his 10-feet tall window wide open and was about to close it when I heard a growl. Ooh, creepy.
“Who’s that?” I called out only to be answered by another growl. Trembling, I stepped closer towar the door. I swallowed hard before opening it.
“HIYAH! HIYAH! HIYAAAAAAAH!” I attacked the air, my eyes closed tight. “YOU GHOST! GET OUT OF THERE AND FA-aaace me…”
I stopped attacking the air because, (1) it was ridiculous, (2) I looked stupid, and (3) Guji’s dying in front of the toilet, throwing up on it then flushing it over and over again.
I poked his back and asked if he was okay. He didn’t answer me. Instead, he faced the toilet and threw up for the nth time. I caressed his back so as to lessen the pain. Cursing, I tried to scold him about drinking too much. I said I’m going to put muriatic acid on his drink if he doesn’t stop drinking.
When he has finished, he turned to me, and I used my blouse to wipe his face. I tried to pull him up and said, “Go to sleep now, Guji. I’ll bring you to your bed –”
He pulled himself back – WITH ME. Asdfghjkl, I’m on his arms and he’s staring right into my eyes as if he’s trying to memorize everything in me. I felt my heart went straight to Neptune.
He then wrapped me with his arms, pulled me closer that my head was leaning against his wonderful chest. I think I’m going to have a heart attack.
“G-Guji! Hey!”
“…I’m begging you,” he murmured. My soul shuddered. “I’m begging you… don’t ever, ever ignore me again,”
“W-what…? I don’t understand –”
“Even if I shout at you. Even if I bite you many times. Even if I don’t talk to you. Just promise me that you’d never try to be cold to me again. Please?”
“What? Guji, you’re drunk. You are drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying –”
“Janella, don’t leave me. I beg you,”
Those last words made my stomach rose up to my throat that I could hardly breathe. I don’t get it. Why is he so affected by my coldness?
Oh, maybe because he wanted a playmate. With me gone, he would be unhappy. I am his clown and he’s my birthday celebrant.
“Okay.” I said, patting his back.
Guji is a Japanese name. When I had a research about him, I found out that his Dad, Pres. Song Hyun is a Korean national, and that his Mom, Renzia is a Filipina. Having known this, I don’t get why they named their son a Japanese name when they aren’t Japanese. Until Yvan told me that Guji’s mom was a fan of Japanese culture.
So, that’s why.
But I still think Guji was born a natural jerk and Gujerk is the perfect name for him.
“HEY!” I called his attention after aiming a soccer ball at him. The ball went straight at him, knocking him down. Fred rushed to his Boss’s side, frantic.
“Hey BD! Do you think I’d let what happened last night pass just like that?” I yelled.
Then I covered my mouth as soon as I realized that it’s a bad thing to say.
“S-something h-happened last night? To the two of you?” Fred said, wide-eyed.
“That’s just shit, dude.” Klein said, his head shaking.
“Boss, I can’t believe this. You lost your virginity to a foot? And then you’re going to have Foot-faced children – aw!” Fred yapped in pain when I threw another ball at him. Bastard.
“Maj, what is it that happened last night?” Yvan asked me. Automatically, I pinned my hair back only to be spanked in the cheek by Fred. He said stop flirting in his face. I said I’d shave his brows if he doesn’t shut up. He did.
I didn’t have the chance to tell them what happened last night, because (1) I thought it was private, (2) it was embarrassing to start with, and (3) Guji was wide awake and he’s yelling at me, I’ll go deaf.
I ran for my life when he taunted me with his endless death threats. I don’t know where I was going, or whether the ground that I was running on was still green. Until, everything went blurry and I felt like falling.
I am falling actually. Into the earth. Why is there a big hole in this clearing? I bet the boys did this on purpose, ugh!
Hi, I’m Alice in Wonderland. The damaged one.
