Chapter 2: Uno, You Got No Fun

"Uno..." I bit my lips and stood up to separate him from Zico who's now wiping the blood on his lips. 

"Let's go, Farrah. I'll get you home." Uno's deep voice dominated my ears and the next thing I knew, he's dragging me away from the man I'm with earlier. He pulled my arm and strutted the way to his magnetic silver Aston Martin DB11. A handsome car for a geek-looking man. I shook my head. Uno, even behind his glasses surely knows how to use his money in beautiful things.

He opened the door for me before turning around to seat on the driver's seat. He put his head on the steering wheel and tapped it with his fingers. I crossed my arms and glared at him, even when he wasn't looking at me. 

"Why did you punch Zico?" I angrily said and made my glare more intense. My brows were furrowed and I can feel an invisible smoke coming out of my nostrils. This man surely knows how to ruin a great night and he even punched the good-looking Zico! 

"Why did you punch Zico?!" I iterated, voice filled with wrath. My heart is beating loudly as I shifted my weight to put all my attention on him. "Answer me, Uno! You just ruined my night!" 

"Why are you kissing a man who's not me, Farrah?" He pulled his head up and stared at me with his sorrowful eyes. My heart went in a race and my lips turned into a grim line. He covered his face with his hands, never wanting to look at me. 

"Why do you kiss them when you can't even give me a smile?" A lump on my throat started to build up. I bit my lips and avoided my gaze. I closed my eyes and stopped myself from uttering words. Uno Saldivar is the most persistent suitor I've ever had. He always caught me kissing or being touched by other men but he never left. He only gets emotional, just like the one happening right now. He is a good man, gentle and caring. He's also rich, I mean, filthy rich. He is the heiress of the Saldivar Group of Companies and I will say, that anyone who will marry him will be able to sleep on a bed of cold cash. But I won't be that girl because obviously, I don't like the geek. He's got no fun. He spends most of his time reading and studying, he only goes out when I'm not replying to his messages or when he finds out that I'm somewhere out of his sight. The best example that I can give is right now. He should be reading another page of Harry Potter book or reread hunger games but he's here, weeping about how heartless I am.

"How many times did I tell you that I don't like you, Uno?" I crossed my arms and leaned on the backrest. "It's just you, and the little daydreams that someday, Farrah Evans will fall for you. It's been what? Two years?" I burst out small laughter. "Why don't you quit courting me? It will lead us to nothing, anyway." I shifted my gaze away from him. I felt him move a bit and his eye watching over me. 

"No, Farrah. No matter how much you push me away, I will always find a way to come back. You can give me reasons to quit but I'll give you more just so I can continue." He reached for my elbows which I removed quickly. I glared at him. 

"Don't touch me," 

"But please, Farrah. Can you stop yourself from kissing other men? I don't want them touching your body. That's..that's precious." He glued his eyes on the steering wheel and held it. 

"Then don't chase after me, because you can't make me follow your orders. No one rules Farrah, Uno." I uttered in a deep, authoritative voice. I heard him sigh as he started the car. 

"Farrah," I darted my eyes on the mirror. Never wanting to talk to him or to speak up. I can see from my peripheral vision that he's glancing at me from time to time but I didn't bother to look back. Manila is a busy place, I thought. But we didn't have to endure the long traffic because it's already 12 am and almost all the people are sound asleep. 

As soon as we arrived at our mansion, I clicked my seatbelts and pulled myself out of the car. I hurriedly walk away from the Aston when I heard the door closed and the footsteps coming behind me. "Farrah," Uno pulled my arm to face him. I traveled my eyes from his arm down to his hand on mine. "What?" I arched my brow and waited for him to answer. 

"And can you please remove your hand on mine?" He quickly moved away from me. He tapped his thick black-rimmed glasses and scratched his nose.

"My birthday is in two months, it'll be a grand celebration. Can you be my date for that night?" His eyes glistened with hope, anticipating a good answer coming from me. I stayed silent for minutes and let him think of horrible things. I knew Uno since we are in Junior High and I can say that he's an over-thinker. He'll never calm down unless you tell him an answer. 

"You can make it as a present for...missing a lot of my birthday celebrations. I made the last three years a simple dinner because you won't come." He said and lingered his eyes on his side. "If being my date makes you cringe...just attend the party and greet me. That's enough." His eyes met mine. The hope in his eyes never faded, but it was also tainted with sadness. 

I felt a pang inside my chest. Never have I imagined of liking Uno but he's a good friend. He was always there when I need help in my studies and he never fails to make small efforts, which I always disregard, including his birthdays and good news. I licked my lips and held on my purse tight. 

"I'll check my schedule," I said and turned my back on him.