AUSTIN was awakened by the noise coming from his phone. Nakapikit ang mata na inabot niya ang cellphone na nasa nightstand saka sinagot ang tawag ng hindi tinitignan kung sino ang tumatawag.
“Who’s this?”
“Esquivel, you’re really…”
Austin ended the call when he found out it was Lorenzo.
Pero muling tumawag ang kaibigan niya.
Groaning, Austin forced himself to open his eyes and answered the call. “What?” he asked in a grumpy voice.
“Umagang-umaga bad mood ka na naman.”
Austin clicked his tongue. “And whose fault is it?” he asked. “Anong sasabihin mo?”
“Let’s hang out. All our friends will come.”
Tumaas ang kilay ni Austin. “Arellano will come?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Oh, really?” Hindi naniniwala si Austin. Kilala niya si Izael. Sa kanilang magkakaibigan, ito ang nagmamay-ar
