"Why are you here, my dearest Besh??" Aya asked me as soon as I entered their house.
"Sleepover. I already asked permission from Mama," I said as I walked upstairs to her room. I feel totally at home here. Her mom is basically like a second mom to me anyway. Hahaha!
"I used to practically drag you here to sleep over, and now? What happened??" This girl is seriously too much (._.)
"Could you at least wait for me to reach your room before you start grilling me??"
"Roger that, ma'am," she said, then opened her bedroom door.
Do you know why I never wanted to sleep over at Aya's place? Because seriously, her room looks like a cult's shrine!! I get that she's kind of boyish and not into girly stuff like I am, but come on! She has a voodoo doll in her room!! What even is she? A witch?! If I hadn't been so shaken by what I saw earlier, I would never have agreed to sleep here!! It's like I'm going to have sleep paralysis just by being in this room!!
I sat on the edge of her bed but moved the voodoo doll first.
"Don't throw that!!" Aya shouted.
"Sorry! It's just creepy!!"
"Creepy your face. This is still better than your room that's filled with Sheen's photos!!"
"At least the person on my wall is human!! Yours? Full of voodoo dolls! Are you really a witch?!"
She hit me on the head.
"No, I'm not! I just find them cute, okay? And besides, I don't even know how to cast spells. I wish I did—so I could curse those annoying cheerleaders at school. So irritating," she said.
Oh right, Aya's allergic to overly dramatic people—especially the ones who talk in that fake conyo accent. She also can't stand crybabies. Poor Sheen, my love... Aya's always yelling at him. Loves is kinda emotional. (._.)
"Wait, why are you here again?"
I was still debating whether to tell Aya. She's kind of a gossip like me, but what other choice do I have? I don't really have friends aside from her and Sheen.
Yes, I'm a loner!! Is it my fault I have a resting b*tch face so no one really wants to befriend me??
"IthinkIsawDrakeandTitaKatrinakissing," I said in one breath.
"What?! It's true?!" she shouted. See? No matter how fast I talk, if it's gossip, Aya always hears it. Hahaha!
"Yeah… I saw it earlier…"
"Unbelievable! I knew it!! That Katrina is such a pedo!!"
"Whoa, that's harsh. Tita Katrina is still young, you know. She looks like she's only 20 or something."
She's so pretty. No wonder Drake liked her. And she looks young and kind. She really looks like an angel!! I swear!!
"I don't care if she's 20 or 15 or 10—what matters is she's a two-timer! And I hate her!!" Aya said.
You see, Aya had a boyfriend before, but he cheated on her. That's why she's like this now. A little off and totally hates cheaters.
"So what are you planning to do now? As if there's anything you can do," I said.
"I can do something. Hah! Just wait and see, Alys Zyril Perez."
Damn. What did I just get myself into? I'm nervous about whatever Aya's planning!!
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The next day...
Aya's Point of View
"Hey," I called out to Sheen.
He looked to his left and right, then pointed at himself. I really don't get what Alys sees in this guy. He's such a crybaby and so slow. Tss.
"Sorry…" he said.
"Why are you even apologizing? Say sorry when you actually did something wrong."
"Sor—oh, right. Hehe," he said while scratching the back of his neck. He's so weird. How did he even become Student Council President??
"Why did you call me, by the way?"
"I need something from you," I told him.
"Oh?" he asked, looking shocked.
"What's so shocking about that? Tss."
"Nothing… it's just… we never really talk when Alys isn't around," he said.
True. We don't talk unless Alys is around. Why would I even talk to this crybaby otherwise?
"I know. But I need your help, Mr. President," I said. Mwahaha! You're so clever, Aya!!
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Sheen's Point of View
"Miss Gonzales, I need an excuse letter for Mr. Drake Palma and Ms. Alys Perez," I said to our high school secretary.
"For what?"
"Uh-eh, for the program, Miss Gonzales. Yeah! For the program. Hehe. I need to work on the mechanics for one of the contests," I explained.
"Alright. Just a second," she said, then grabbed a form and signed it.
I took the letter and handed it to Aya.
"Here."
"Nice. Thanks, CB. Let's do this again sometime," she said, then walked off.
Sigh. Why do I always feel like folding in on myself when Aya's around? She's scary! She even calls me CB—short for crybaby. Tss. I swear, I'm not crying again starting today! Aish!! What did I just get dragged into?! Now I'm partners in crime with Aya?? Kei is going to be jealous for sure. Tsk!
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Aya's Point of View
"Ma'am, the year-level coordinator asked me to hand this to you," I said, giving our teacher the letter.
"Mr. Palma and Ms. Perez, go to the SC room," she said after reading it.
Alys and Drake stood up. Wow, miracle! Drake's actually awake. What happened?! Hahaha!
They left the room.
"Ma'am, can I go to the comfort room?"
"You just had your break. Sit down,"
Tss. Ugh!! How am I supposed to lock them in now??
To: CB
Change of plan. YOU lock them in. I swear I'll kick you if you don't!!
Message sent.
This is getting exciting. Our boring lives are finally getting some thrill! Hahaha!
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Alys' Point of View
We're inside the Student Council room now. But what are we supposed to do here? There's no one else around. Tsk.
Drake sat down in the corner. I really don't want to talk to him. I can still clearly remember the kissing scene from yesterday.
I entered one of the side rooms. The SC room is pretty spacious. Spoiled brats. They've got their own fridge, flat-screen TV, and a couch. This room is like a mini-condo!!
When I saw no one was there, I was about to leave—but the door was locked!! <(o_o)>
"What the—!!"
I tried opening it, but it was definitely locked. I looked at Drake, who just sat there with his head down. I approached him and nudged him,
"Psst, Drake… Psst."
He ignored me. Haayst. I checked my pockets for my phone, but it was in my bag outside. (._.)
I went closer to Drake. I needed to borrow his phone. I wouldn't get this close if it wasn't necessary! His glares are terrifying, I swear!
"Drake, uh, do you have your phone with you?"
No response. I sat down and stared at him. I think he's asleep. Tss. But why is he sweating so much? The AC's on full blast.
"Uhm, are you okay? Here," I said, offering him my handkerchief.
He didn't take it.
"Hey, are you even alive??"
Still no response, so I touched his forehead.
"Oh no!! You have a fever!!"
What do I do? What do I do?? I'm not used to taking care of sick people!! <(0.0)>
Calm down, Alys. What does mommy do when daddy has a fever? First, she wipes him down.
Alright, I went to the kitchen to heat some water. Don't be surprised—they do have a kitchen here. Told you it's a condo!
After heating water, I returned to Drake and wiped him down. But… his shirt and coat were soaked in sweat…
He has to take them off, but… Oh noes!! What if he thinks I'm being pervy?!
But what if his fever gets worse… and turns into pneumonia?
Go, Alys!! You can do it, girl!!
Since he's asleep, I carefully undressed him—just the coat!! Don't get ideas!! Then I unbuttoned his polo shirt.
First button… check.
Second, third, fourth… check.
Gulp.
Fifth and sixth… check.
Holy Shizzles!! Why does he have abs?!! He's only 17!!!
I gently wiped down his abs—I mean his stomach!! I didn't look!! Mom says prevention is better than cure!! I'll resist temptation!!
After I was done, I went back to the kitchen and made soup. Just instant, so it was manageable. I also found their medicine kit.
I returned to the couch where he lay. I'll wake him later—the soup's still hot anyway. I don't want him to get burned and glare at me again.
Hmm. He's actually handsome when he's not scowling. But why are girls so obsessed with him?? Yeah, he's got long lashes, narrow eyes, a sharp nose, and red lips—but he's grumpy!! Super grumpy!! Why do girls like bad boys?? Don't they like friendly guys like Sheen, my loves?? Sheen's even cuter!! I wonder if he has abs too?? Eeek! I'm blushing!!
I think Grumpy just stirred awake. He sat up on the couch. His shirt was still open. Look at his face, Alys!! Don't glance anywhere else!!
"Ahem, uhm, I made you soup," I said, looking away. "There's medicine and water, too."
He quietly ate the soup and took the meds. As he was finishing, the door clicked open, so I ran over.
"Yes!!" The door's open! Yahoo!! I'm a free woman again!!
Drake must've noticed too, because he stood up and walked toward me. His shirt still open, coat draped over his shoulders.
W-why does he look so hot right now???
"Thank you," he said as he walked by. It was soft, but I heard it.
What is happening?!!!