Chapter 72: Chapter 72

We ate silently. Until now, I am still trying to process in my head what is happening.

"You're still doubting?" he broke the silence.

I looked up and met his gaze. For a few seconds, I tried to finished what I was eating before I cleared my throat.

"Can you blame me?" I shot another question instead of answering.

He slowly licked his lower lip. "Then try me," he dared.

"By you, not fvcking me?" I raised an eyebrow.

He nodded.

I couldn’t help but laughed, "Of course, it's an easy option for you," I stated. "As if you can't bed another woman to satisfy your needs, Mr. Revelar." I smirked.

"What we are talking right now is about us, Dagsinal. To prove my sincerity, I won't touch you," he pointed out. "But as for your statement, if that can reduce your anger towards me, then I will not bed another woman."

I clenched my jaw while still maintaining the eye-contact with him.

Is he serious?

"What made you change?" I asked him directly while taking a sip from my wine. "And why are you doing this?" I added.

"To be your friend?" he answered.

I was caught off guard. It did not cross my mind ever. I expected a whole different answer from him; that he was just using me, that he needs something, anything but this.

"W-What?" I cannot help but asked.

He sat straight and looked at me sternly. "Look, Khrystal. Whatever I say, I know you will never change the way you think of me," he said. "But still, I will show you, my sincerity. Like what I've said, I'm sorry and serious about that."

I am literally stunned right now. Still, I tried to utter a word. But before, I could say something, there came a voice that caught our attention.

"Oh, look who's here. I thought I was just hallucinating," my classmate back from college—Jane—uttered.

I lost all emotion in my face while looking at her. She's standing beside our table while wearing a fit red tube dress. She looked at me and Agustine interchangeably. And just like before, she gazed at me like I was some kind of flirt.

She's one of those mean girls who is always talking ill about me. I can still clearly remember how she got mad at me before when I did not grant her what she was asking. She was begging me to give Jared's number, an old friend. Apparently from my point of view, I have no rights to give private details about anyone. That is why I did not give it to her. I politely said to her to ask it directly from him. But she took it negatively. She got furious at me and called me a whore because I was keeping every man for myself.

“Who would have thought that even now here in the city, you are still doing that” she provocatively said then looked at Agustine who looked confused at that moment.

"Hi!" Jane reached her hand towards him. "Jane Moris," she added.

Agustine accepted her hand in a formal manner, “Agustine,” he said simply and quickly took of his hand.

I mentaly rolled my eyes. For sure, Jane will start to talk things about me. I lazily poured wine to my glass before picking it up and slowly swirled the liquid inside.

Psh! As if Agustine doesn't know the news.

"You're handsome. I wouldn't wonder why Khrystal approached you," ani Jane.

Agustine's brows furrowed. Jane dramtically covered her lips, acting like it was a slip of the tongue.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to say it loud. But maybe I really should warn you about my friend here." She glanced at me and smirked, then looked back at Agustine.

Since when did we become friends? I was not informed.

"You know, she's kinda... ahmm, how should I say it? Fond of boys, to the point that she's toying them. I'm just concern that you might end up like them," she continued.

Agustine’s jaw clenched. "Are you telling me that she's a flirt or something?" he said directly.

Earlier when she came, I did not feel anything at all, from her annoying glances and her insulting statements. But now, I can feel my stomach turning upside down, expecting Agustine to agree with the girl. Well, in the first place, I knew they both had the same impression about me.

They’re a match. Tsk!

"Yes. I'm sorry, but I think you should know about that," she apologetically mumbled.

Agustine glanced at me. I just raised a brow in return then sipped in my glass.

Go on. Tell her that you already know it.

"I think I should inform you too about something," he said, then looked at Jane.

Her lips showed a victory smile and waited for his continuation.

I stopped drinking the wine. I already expected that he will agree with Jane but I amidst all that, I can’t keep myself from feeling the pain that the thought caused me.

"You're a rude pathetic b*tch," Agustine stated.

Jane’s jaw dropped and I got chocked from the wine I was drinking a moment from now.

What did he just say?

"You, okay?" Agustine asked, sounded so concerned.

I immediately raised a hand to assure him that I am okay and that there is no need for him to worry. I wiped my lips with a piece of cloth and simply made a glance to my old classmate whose face is burning red.

"W-What did you say?"

There is annoyance in Jane’s voice when she said those words. Agustine slackly turned his attention back to her. He leaned against his seat and crossed his arms on his chest.

"You're. A. Desperate. And. An. Insecure. B*tch," he uttered, emphasizing each word.

I heard Jane released a depressing sigh while unbelievably looking at Agustine.

"Excuse me? You should thank me because I am saving you from her game!" her voiced started to roar while pointing a finger at me.

While I cannot properly react nor say anything because I still cannot believe what was happening.

Agustine raised an eyebrow. "Do I need your help? Leave us alone, we don't need a clown here," he dismissed.

Jane’s face turned redder than earlier. "I am not a clown!" she yelled.

I noticed the other people inside the restaurant are already watching the commotion. A guy suddenly stood from a vacant table and went to our direction, maybe he is Jane’s company.

Agustine smirked. "I thought you are. You've been dropping jokes since earlier."

I blinked for a couple of times. Yes, I am aware of his foul mouth, he's literally a walking red flag. But right now, I couldn't hate him. Not just because I felt like he's defending me, it's just... I don't know. Maybe I also like it?

It’s not a sin to be rude sometimes, right?

"Babe, let's go," I heard the guy asking Jane to just leave us.

With no choice left, she just looked at us with a sharp eye then stomped her way out.

I pulled a face while watching her figure fade.

Why is he mad at me? I did not do anything at all. Why does it feel like he is blaming me, eh?

"Are you mad? I'm sorry."

Agustine caught my attention when he spoke. His faced looked intensively worried about my reaction, far from his fierce expression earlier at Jane. I couldn't help, but to stare at him.

I am not mentally prepared for this.

I never thought that this day would come. That he'll do that. I knew how he cared for his reputation, talking ill like that can possibly taint his name. I do not have a faint idea why he did that; Is he trying to impress me?, Did he just find Jane’s presence annoying? Or did he do that for my sake? But, whatever the truth is, I disregarded it.

"Did you see her face?" I shoot a question and took my wine glass, then I stared back at him.

His lips slightly pouted. Our eyes met and then... we both let out a soft laugh.