Queen of the Clueless (Interim Goddess of Love) by Mina V. Esguerra
Authors: Mina V. Esguerra
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was because she knew what Hannah was going to say : dump him . And Sol knew that Hannah would be right, so she didn't open up until she was ready to hear those words herself.
But Hannah, surprisingly this time, didn't say it. " The fact that you suspect him of stealing is such a betrayal "? What? That didn't sound like Hannah at all.
It sounded like the most weak-willed part of Sol, the part that kept saying she had a good thing right now and should be more patient about it.
Love was sacrifice, after all.
While Sol was walking from the strip mall, where she had dinner, to her apartment, her phone buzzed three different times. Two phone calls and a text message. She didn't even peek at it, and spent the time climbing up the stairs guessing who it was.
Phone calls from Neil and her mom maybe.
Text from Hannah most likely.
It wasn't until she had showered and slipped into an old high school PE shirt did she actually check, and returned the first call.
"Hi, babe," she said, trying not to sound tired of everything.
"I wanted us to have dinner. You done?" Neil said.
"Yeah, sorry, I didn't hear my phone." Sol also had three thousand pesos in her bag, which she was going to use to pay some bills this week, and she didn't want to suddenly lose it.
She felt awful thinking that.
"I love you," she hastily added. "I just... I didn't see you on the way out so I just went ahead and ate."
"I hope you'd called me. We could have tried this new place in Alabang."
"Too far, and I have some work to do anyway."
"You've thought about telling your mom already, right? Or haven't you?"
Sol had thought about it, but decided to pretend she hadn't. "Um, I'm calling her on her birthday anyway, I can bring it up then."
"When will that be?"
"Friday."
"Sure. If you think that's best." It was just days away, but something in Neil's voice said it wasn't good enough.
"I have homework. See you tomorrow?"
"Love you."
"Yeah. Love you."
Then Sol returned the next call. "Hi, Mom." But she didn't say anything about moving in with her boyfriend.
The text message was also from Neil, asking where she was. No text from Hannah, but that was fine. She didn't want to argue with Hannah tonight.
Because maybe Hannah was right.
Chapter 14
A few months after I had gotten my scholarship at Ford River, it was decided that I would go live with my mom's sister, Tita Carmen. She had coincidentally just purchased a home near the campus, and the arrangement would save me the trouble of passing through the worst traffic jam in the universe just to go to school every day.
Her house was nice. It was new, and I had my own room, and the gated subdivision had its own clubhouse and a pool, one I had never used until that night. Not really a swimmer.
But Diego was right. It was quiet down here. I stayed at the shallow end, trying to sit upright while under four feet of water, and noticed right away that the low murmur (part voice, part eerie hum) that was constantly in the background was gone.
After month and months of working with Quin to be more acutely aware of thoughts and feelings, a break was nice. As soon as my head went underwater I only heard my own thoughts. Not that comforting given my state of mind right then, but at least I didn't have to deal with the rest of the world too.
I lifted my head to take a breath, and promptly got splashed on the face as Diego swam past me.
"I told you, peaceful," he said, another lap later.
"When I'm not inhaling your water, sure," I retorted.
"I can't believe Quin didn't tell you about this earlier."
"I guess Quin doesn't tell me a lot of things." That was bitter, and meant to be, but I tugged at the strap of my swimsuit just then so I wouldn't have to look at Diego. Not just because I didn't want to start the Quin/Ms. Cabral conversation, but it was actually getting difficult to talk to him while in a pool together and not check him out. His body was insanely ripped, wet hair slicked back and not
But Hannah, surprisingly this time, didn't say it. " The fact that you suspect him of stealing is such a betrayal "? What? That didn't sound like Hannah at all.
It sounded like the most weak-willed part of Sol, the part that kept saying she had a good thing right now and should be more patient about it.
Love was sacrifice, after all.
While Sol was walking from the strip mall, where she had dinner, to her apartment, her phone buzzed three different times. Two phone calls and a text message. She didn't even peek at it, and spent the time climbing up the stairs guessing who it was.
Phone calls from Neil and her mom maybe.
Text from Hannah most likely.
It wasn't until she had showered and slipped into an old high school PE shirt did she actually check, and returned the first call.
"Hi, babe," she said, trying not to sound tired of everything.
"I wanted us to have dinner. You done?" Neil said.
"Yeah, sorry, I didn't hear my phone." Sol also had three thousand pesos in her bag, which she was going to use to pay some bills this week, and she didn't want to suddenly lose it.
She felt awful thinking that.
"I love you," she hastily added. "I just... I didn't see you on the way out so I just went ahead and ate."
"I hope you'd called me. We could have tried this new place in Alabang."
"Too far, and I have some work to do anyway."
"You've thought about telling your mom already, right? Or haven't you?"
Sol had thought about it, but decided to pretend she hadn't. "Um, I'm calling her on her birthday anyway, I can bring it up then."
"When will that be?"
"Friday."
"Sure. If you think that's best." It was just days away, but something in Neil's voice said it wasn't good enough.
"I have homework. See you tomorrow?"
"Love you."
"Yeah. Love you."
Then Sol returned the next call. "Hi, Mom." But she didn't say anything about moving in with her boyfriend.
The text message was also from Neil, asking where she was. No text from Hannah, but that was fine. She didn't want to argue with Hannah tonight.
Because maybe Hannah was right.
Chapter 14
A few months after I had gotten my scholarship at Ford River, it was decided that I would go live with my mom's sister, Tita Carmen. She had coincidentally just purchased a home near the campus, and the arrangement would save me the trouble of passing through the worst traffic jam in the universe just to go to school every day.
Her house was nice. It was new, and I had my own room, and the gated subdivision had its own clubhouse and a pool, one I had never used until that night. Not really a swimmer.
But Diego was right. It was quiet down here. I stayed at the shallow end, trying to sit upright while under four feet of water, and noticed right away that the low murmur (part voice, part eerie hum) that was constantly in the background was gone.
After month and months of working with Quin to be more acutely aware of thoughts and feelings, a break was nice. As soon as my head went underwater I only heard my own thoughts. Not that comforting given my state of mind right then, but at least I didn't have to deal with the rest of the world too.
I lifted my head to take a breath, and promptly got splashed on the face as Diego swam past me.
"I told you, peaceful," he said, another lap later.
"When I'm not inhaling your water, sure," I retorted.
"I can't believe Quin didn't tell you about this earlier."
"I guess Quin doesn't tell me a lot of things." That was bitter, and meant to be, but I tugged at the strap of my swimsuit just then so I wouldn't have to look at Diego. Not just because I didn't want to start the Quin/Ms. Cabral conversation, but it was actually getting difficult to talk to him while in a pool together and not check him out. His body was insanely ripped, wet hair slicked back and not
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