One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 63: It's over now

~~Make believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart. It must have been love, but it's over now. It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without. It must have been good, but I lost it somehow. IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE, BUT IT'S OVER NOW. From the moment we touched 'till the time had run out~~~

-Regine Velasquez-

We stayed outside for a few minutes before we decided to call it a night.

"Are you sure, you can walk?"

"Of course, I'm not paralyzed, duh!"

"Okay, I have to go, good night---I mean, good morning, Sam." He was about to kiss my cheek, but since I moved, the kiss landed on the corner of my lips. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to---"

"Don't mind it, it's fine, be careful while you're driving."

"Yup, I will."

"Thank you again, Paul, I enjoyed the night having you in the group."

He just nodded and smiled before opening the door to his car. I waved at him until he already disappeared on my sight.

When I turned around, a smile painted on my lips and a few seconds later, I started singing the same song again, not even knowing that someone was waiting for me in the living room. I even waved my hand in the air while the other was placed over my chest where my heart was.

"It must have been love, but it's over now. It must have been good, but I lost it somehow. It must have been love, but it's over now. From the moment we touched 'till I lost it somehow..."

I stopped right in front of the door and laughed at myself as I forgot the lyrics. And after a few moments, I decided to sing... no, the right word is to shout. I started shouting the parts I only remembered as I pushed the double wooden door.

"Make believing we're together! That I'm sheltered in your heart! It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without! So yeah--- it must have been love, but it's over now! It's finally over--- whoow!"

I suddenly lost my balance, but there were a strong pair of arms held my waist before I could even fall to the ground.

"What the hell!"

"Oops! I'm sorry--- oh, it's you! Hi, Mr Williams, we haven't seen in a long time. How are you?" I asked patting his cheeks.

"What the hell are you wearing--- wait, are you drunk?" He asked, his face turned sour as he let me stand on my own (with a slight push).

do you have to

"Are you drunk, Samantha?"

made me laugh. Thanks to the spirit of alcohol that embracing me at the moment as it gives me the courage to face and talk to him. I could still remember what happened yesterday at the restaurant. And this is the second time I've been to the club with Jack and

of your

gritted

drank but I'm not drunk. See, I can still talk to you."

who's that guy who sent you

yawned. "I'm tired, I wanna go

he was fast as he instantly came in front of me and blocked my way upstairs. "Where are you

gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. "We have nothing to talk about, so

question! Who was that guy driving you home,

Paul, your friend from college. Do you still remember him?" What a silly question I thought. "By the way, why are you asking if who sent me home?" "Paul, my

though what he had said wasn't a question, but a

did he send you home? Where

tone he used that

aren't you answering my question, why were you together? Is

perfectly showed all my curves and that only ended in my mid-thigh.

jealous, are you?" I asked, still

Of course,

I was with? Am I asking who's with you whenever you're not around? And by the way, I will wear whatever I want and it's none of your business!" I walked past

I was just asking why he was

hissed and turned around, giving him a sarcastic smile. "Okay, then let me revise my question! Why are you suddenly asking who's

he didn't answer my question. He just

ask me next time when you've already answered

a few steps when I remembered something that will surely stride his

by the way, your friend was good..." I smiled as I intentionally

"What the hell---"

mean, he was great and he really satisfied me tonight. Haist, if only I knew

under the influence of alcohol or I really saw how his facial expression changed from confused to furious after I mentioned those words. His fists had formed into a

way, tsk.tsk.tsk." and I started singing again, without having the slightest idea that he was following me upstairs.

and pinned me to the nearest wall. He was holding both my hands above

at him, but instead of answering my question, he narrowed his eyes on me and asked me

again, he was good? What do

across my face as his face