Got A Crush On You

By Louise A.S.

She was in her Sophomore year of high school while he was a college Junior when her mother married his father. Instantly, they bécame step-siblings, but they were always in each other’s throats.

Six years passed, but she still feels that she is always a nuisance in his stepbrother’s eyes. He never, ever stops mocking her whenever they meet, he treats her only as his stepsister, acts as if she owes him her life, and he doesn’t regard her with respect as a woman. Contrary to what her friends tell her, she does not believe that any of these is a man’s way to show that he is interested in a certain woman. Then, why is she always expecting for him to somehow like her if she is convinced that he does not?

The more that she finds herself drawn to him, the harder it is for her to admit her true feelings for him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louise A.S.
• Release date: Sep 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310323454

Louise A.S.

Louise A.S. is a Filipino Part-time Writer from Metro Manila, Philippines. She prefers writing stories with easy to read content and with simple plots. Mainly inspired by teen and young adult themes, as well as stories available to career-oriented individuals who like reading pocketbooks with a mix of English and Filipino words and phrases in the stories.Some of her stories were distributed in Hong Kong, Singapore, the Middle East, and Italy years before for the Filipinos who are fans of Filipino-English pocketbooks, and now the stories have been revised to be enjoyed by the current generation in a world of technological innovation and young adult themes.Her stories do not include erotic content so readers of any ages are free to check it out. Except that for some of her stories focused on Teen Readership, parents are also encouraged to read her teen stories. Parental guidance is still advised because some teens might be able to relate to some teen issues. Otherwise, Louise's stories are fun to read.Email: [e-mail]

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She was in her Sophomore year of high school while he was a college Junior when her mother married his father. Instantly, they bécame step-siblings, but they were always in each other’s throats.

Six years passed, but she still feels that she is always a nuisance in his stepbrother’s eyes. He never, ever stops mocking her whenever they meet, he treats her only as his stepsister, acts as if she owes him her life, and he doesn’t regard her with respect as a woman. Contrary to what her friends tell her, she does not believe that any of these is a man’s way to show that he is interested in a certain woman. Then, why is she always expecting for him to somehow like her if she is convinced that he does not?

The more that she finds herself drawn to him, the harder it is for her to admit her true feelings for him.

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The content of the story is a mix of Filipino and English languages.

I am dedicating this story to my parents, and to my older sister, Veronica.

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful gift!

Got A Crush On You

Copyright © 2014 by Louise A.S.

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All the characters' names and events mentioned in this page are all fictitious. Any resemblance to establishments, agencies, brands, and actual persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Blurb and Dedication

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

CHAPTER 1

KAGAGALING KO LANG SA SCHOOL one afternoon. Our school was only a fifteen minute drive away from our house kaya hindi naging problema sa akin ang pag-uwi kahit at six in the evening after my last class that usually ended at five fifteen, adding up a few more minutes for going to the locker and fixing myself up at the restroom. I studied in an exclusive girls’ school. Kahit na sino ay nagsasabi na kapag nakapag-aral ka sa ganoong type of school ay nakaaangat ang pamilya mo, or in a a manner of speaking, can afford. But honestly, we only belong to the middle class level. Nagkataon lang naman na noong mga panahon na iyon ay tumatanggap ang school namin ng quarterly payments for our tuition fees kaya hindi naging mahirap para sa magulang ko ang makapagbayad. But yeah, my school was quite for the middle class to the upper crust.

Bumaba ako ng jeepney nang makaparada ito sa harapan ng subdivision namin. It took me three minutes before I could reach our house na nilakad ko lang from the village guard house. Oh, I did not like taking a school service para ihatid at sundo ako—house-school, because I prefer to commute or walk which also gave me more time to go anywhere or be with my friends. Nang makapasok ako ng bahay namin, I heard people laughing while a soft music was playing in the background. Dumerecho ako sa living room to give respect to my Mom. Hindi naman talaga ako makakaiwas na hindi maparaan sa mga bisita dahil para makaakyat ako papunta sa kuwarto ko kailangan pang dumaan ng living room.

I found my mother talking to a man—he was a handsome, mature man, mukhang nasa mid forty-ish. My Mom looked over and greeted me as I approached her.

Oh hi, Honey! she said, smiled at me as if I just arrived from abroad and was more than glad to see me. How was school?

It’s okay, I answered casually. I smiled at the man who was looking at me.

Oh Honey, I want you to meet John Sevilla, Mom introduced the man seated across from her.

Hello, I greeted back and smiled again.

And this young man here… my Mom pointed to the guy who was in front of my mini-component. He was playing on some music that I believe were stored in a USB,… he is John’s son.

Lumingon ang binata sa likuran nito para tingnan ako. Hindi ko naman masyado pinansin ang pagmumukha nito, eh. Aba, wala akong interest na i-scrutinize ko pa ang hitsura nito.

Jericho, this is my daughter, Marielle.

I smiled at him a little and then looked away. I did not notice if he smiled back at me but I did not care.

They are going to stay for dinner, Honey, my Mom announced as though she was expecting I would be delighted. Well, I was not. Sa totoo lang, ayoko talagang may bisita sa bahay namin lalo pa at Friday. Bakasyon na bakasyon pa naman iistorbohin ka. Or perhaps because I was an introvert. Or I just did not feel like entertaining guests at all. Whatever!

Fine I said, and gave John a fake grin. I forgot to bat my eyelashes. I have to go upstairs and change clothes, please excuse me.

Tumayo si John para magbigay-galang samantalang si Jericho ay hindi. Wala itong pakialam kung ang nagmamay-ari ng mini-component at compact discs ay naparaan.

As I went upstairs, I heard my Mom talking about me. I did not want to listen to the conversations especially if their topic was about me, I would die of embarrassment. Wala namang mapapag-usapang maganda tungkol sa akin, ah. I was not an achiever. I only did ‘Okay’ in school; I joined activities I was interested about, and the subjects I was only good at were Religion, Music, and P.E. For the rest of my subjects, well, I was able to pass them, so far.

At seven o’clock, we started preparing for dinner. I helped my Mom in the kitchen while her guests were left in the living room. I never asked her why those men were in our house or who were they. I was just not interested. Anyway, my Mom would have told me, which she did.

Finally, you’ve met John. He’s been wanting to meet you. Ipinasok ni Mommy ang in-oder nitong ulam sa microwave oven para initin.

Hindi naman ako nag-react. Naalala ko lang na binabanggit nga pala ni Mommy sa akin ang tungkol kay John. Ang akala ko lang ay bagong officemate nito iyon na wala nang ibinukang-bibig kundi ang pangalan nito. Iyon pala, kakilalang-kakilala ni Mommy ito, by any chance.

My Mom, si Elena Gonzales, was an Assistant to the Manager of a telecommunications company; she started working there three years after my Dad had passed away, at that time I was in the Second Grade. I’m an only child, by the way. I missed my Dad so much that no men could level up to him. Since my Mom was always at work, I was left alone with a maid. Ngayong malaki na ako, there was no need for a maid. She, instead, entrusted to me a duplicate key of the house in case I got home first from school while she was still in the office. I usually prepare dinner for the two of us except on Fridays, it’s the day she would come home three hours early than usual so I got my days off from the kitchen until Sunday.

We all settled in the dining room. At the round dining table, I sat across Jericho while my Mom and John sat across from each other. As we were dining, John kept talking about business that I could not understand, because hey! I was still in high school, what did I know about those things?

Anyway, Jericho was busy munching his food. To tell you the truth, I seldom glanced in his direction. I did not want him to think that I was eager to know him, just because he IS the son of my Mother’s special friend.

But when I got the chance to stare at him while he was eating, MY GOODNESS! He was damn good-looking and too polite. And this guy was oozing with self-assurance. Ilang taon na kaya ito at saang school nag-aaral. I wish he would talk to me. That was the only time I ever wished for some guy to notice me after I had stared at him. MY GOODNESS!

Hindi ako mahusay maki-mingle sa ibang tao kaya wala akong masyadong masabi sa mga bisita namin.

Marielle, tinawag ng Mommy ko ang attention ko, gustong malaman ng Tito John mo kung gusto mong sumama sa ‘min mag-shopping mamaya after dinner. May sale kasi ngayon sa Bloomers until twelve midnight.

Shopping! Kailan pa naging close ang Mom ko sa mga taong ito para sumama o magsama ng companion? Ah… I don’t think so. I mean, pagod na ho kasi ako sa mga activities ko sa school kanina. I’ll just stay here and I’ll wait up for you, sabi ko sa Mommy ko.

Well, then, okay, alangang sagot ni Mommy, she smiled back at everyone.

Great! I said to myself sarcastically and with an exasperated look. Pumayag na lumabas ang mother ko kasama si John. What was so special about him?

How about you, Jericho? tanong naman ni John sa anak.

No, I’ll just stay here or probably go home ahead. He was looking at my Mom, then to his father. He was surely polite.

Well, mukhang tayong dalawa na lang ang mamamasyal, sabi ni John kay Mommy. But don’t leave, Jericho. Stay with Marielle and keep her company.

Oh no, that’s okay. I can manage by myself, can’t I, Mom? tanong ko, hoping she would agree.

Ayoko nga talagang umalis nang ganitong oras, eh. Kaya lang may sale sa mall ngayon. Nag-offer ang Tito John mo na i-accompany ako sa pamimili. I’m glad that Jericho will be staying with you while we’re gone. At least, I wouldn’t be much worried, right, Jericho?

No problem with me, Tita, pumayag naman ito na parang ikinatutuwa pa ang gawan ng favor si Mommy.

Tita? Tita ang tawag nito sa Mommy ko? Eh di, Tito na rin ang itatawag ko kay John. Tito John...! Hindi ako sanay!

An hour after dinner, my Mom and Tito John left. Ako na ang nagligpit ng pinagkainan namin, pagkatapos ay hinugasan ang mga iyon. Matapos kong asikasuhin ang magulong bahay, kinuha ko ang cornicks—it is a roasted salted nuts, bilog at parang kulay yellow.

Nagpunta ako sa sala, naupo sa pangatlong baitang ng hagdan, at nakinood na rin ng TV na nakabukas. Naroon si Jericho sa bandang gilid ng sofa at nagtetelebabad sa telephone namin. Nakaka-distract nga, eh. Tawa nang tawa, parang sira.

So there I was, left with the handsomest nanny I had ever seen. Hindi ko naman iniintindi ito, basta ngata lang ako nang ngata ng cornicks habang nanonood. Nakikita ko naman sa corner ng left eye ko na nakatingin si Jericho sa akin! O baka naman akala ko lang iyon? I’d like to think that he was really staring at me. Bakit ba? Story ko naman ito, di vah! Pwedeng mag-assume. Anyway, he and someone on the other line must be talking about me. I tried to listen to their conversations but I could only hear broken dialogues. He finally hang up the receiver.

"What time do you usually