One Summer Nightmare

“Wala ako money eh, katawan ko na lang gusto mo?” That was Carlo’s reply when I asked him of what he’d give me for my birthday. Yeah right, seeing his naked body would be more of a torture for me instead of a birthday gift. The thought of him in full nudity makes me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t help but laugh while I was lying on my bed, listening to Daniel Beddingfield’s If You’re Not the One that summer evening. The whole text conversation started when he sent me the message, “Stay as sweet as you are..” our of nowhere.

“Katawan mo? Di kaya parang abunado pa ko nyan? I texted back. Thinking that it would end the whole horny mood. I knew something was up, but I was basically in denial because Carlo was my classmate from Kinder 1 to 4th year high school and well, we belong to the same barkada.

“Oo nga pala, masarap ka. You know what Nice, I wanna be totally honest with you ‘coz you’re my friend. I would love to have sex with you.”

Where the f*ck did that come from? Sex? With me? What was he thinking? “Lasing ka ba? I refuse to continue this conversation dude, what did I do to make you say that? I’m a very open-minded person, but damn, you know very well that I don’t have plans of having sex in the near future. You should know that, we’ve been friends since forever!” I was shaking and I almost dropped my cellphone while trying to come up with a logical reason on why he had the nerves to say that.

“Sige, pero if you change your mind nandito lang ako. Sana you won’t feel awkward pag nagkita tayo, nothing has changed naman. I’m sorry, kasi simula ng na-devigrinize ako I can’t help it e. I can’t promise this won’t happen again, because.. Everytime I masturbate, I think of you.”

That was it! I closed my phone and refused to see what crap he would send me. I refuse to be sexually harassed through SMS by a sorry a$s who turned into some sex maniac just because some girl finally slept with him. I can’t believe he’s the same Carlo who was the Choir master and the friend that I had. Whether he was drunk or serious, I don’t give a damn. If he wants to have sex, he won’t get it from me. I didn’t tell my friends anything ‘bout this li’l encounter we had, I still care for him. It just made me realize how people can drastically change, all it takes is a little time, or maybe a little SEX.