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Chapter 1
"When we returned to the classroom, I was surprised to notice that my seat was in another row. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Dane. 'What the hell is happening?' I asked him.
'That's it, you're still absent and cutting! Mrs. Hilda has changed our seats so I'm not next to you anymore,' he said, making me feel sad.
I approached the woman and kissed her, but she just looked at me and then back at her cellphone.
'Go away!' I said seriously and saw that he laughed.
'I do not want,' he said while smiling at me. I bent down in irritation and winced when I noticed that our classmates' attention was on us.
'You do not want?' I asked with raised eyebrows, and he nodded at me and smiled sweetly. So I immediately grabbed his cellphone and threw it at the door. Almost our classmates screamed, even though Dane only touched his forehead.
'My phone...' he said, giving me a bad look. I raised my eyebrows at him. He quickly left in front of me and went to his cell phone, so I immediately threw his bag at him and took the alcohol from my bag and sprayed the chair before sitting down. I could see Dane's annoyed look at me.
'Stop staring at me, Dane! I might fall in love with you even more,' I said softly.
I noticed the simplistic looks from my female classmates.
'What!?' I asked bluntly, and they just shook their heads and then turned to face the front because we were waiting for our professor. We didn't have a clock.
Gosh! What I hate is waiting for useless things!
I took a deep breath, and after five minutes, Ma'am still hadn't arrived. I stood up and violently grabbed my bag, but Dane stopped me from speaking.
'Where are you going?' he frowned when he asked.
'Don't bother to ask, babe. But if you want to go with me—'"
"Where do you think you're going, Miss Samonte?" I heard an irritating voice ask. Ma'am Hilda Flores.
"Hell Ma'am, do you want to come?" I asked, smiling.
I saw that Ma'am was surprised, but she smiled. "You still haven't changed, Ms. Samonte. I should have been happy because you entered my class now, but it looks like I made a mistake," she said with a hint of annoyance that made me laugh softly.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Ma'am. But, there are many other students who are willing to listen to your storytelling about your past that has nothing to do with your lesson. So, I'm leaving," I said to her as I walked out, and I heard Ma'am's call, but I didn't pay attention to her.
"No one can stop me from getting what I want! Not that overweight woman or my family! I immediately went to my favorite place in school and sat on a long chair next to a big mango tree. I closed my eyes while listening to music. I really love music; it calms my mind and heart. 'Hey, Ms. Samonte!' I heard someone calling me and grabbed my earphones, so I quickly stood up and yelled at whoever was bothering me. 'Who the hell is...' I couldn't finish what I was going to say when he suddenly spoke. 'What?' he asked seriously, so I sighed and sat down again. 'It's just you,' I said. Well, except for this man, I mean my gay best friend. He always knows what I do, and I'm aware that he's following me. Hey."
"You're being silly, girl! Do you really intend to punish our teachers?" It sounded that way, so I immediately turned up the volume of my music.
"I will report you to your Daddy!" It's a threat.
"Go ahead, do what you want. I don't care!" I said, and then I smiled.
"Gosh, I'm going to get wrinkles from this. How can I find Fafa for that--"
I didn't let him finish what he was going to say because I heard it coming, so I kissed him on the lips, and it left him speechless. He immediately pushed me to return to his room.
"W-what the hell, E-Eya!" he stammered.
"Are you okay?" I asked with a wink.
"Your teasing is too much!" She cried and cried, but I just laughed at her.
"Let's go!" I said.
"Where to, huh?" he shouted.
"To my hotel!" I said with my seductive voice, making him blink.
"Because of what I did to Mrs. Flores, she guided me accordingly. Again!
"We met again, Ms. Samonte!" The Guidance Principal said flatly.
"Yeah, is it obvious?" I replied, smiling.
"Bring your parents tomorrow or else---"
"Or else what?! Are we still fooling around, Ma'am? How many times has this thing happened? Did I send my parents over?" I replied, warningly.
"How dare you! Do you want to be expelled--"
"Oh really, Ma'am? Go ahead and do it, that's a favor to me!" I said and stood up.
"Come back here!" he shouted, but I didn't pay attention.
He must have said that a hundred times.
"I will expel you!"
"Call your parents!"
Did all of that really happen?!"
"What happened?" Dane asked, who was waiting outside the Guidance Office.
"As usual!" I answered briefly.
"Change that, please," it said.
"Dane, what's the problem if I like this, huh?" I asked, annoyed.
"I really miss the old Eya!" he said, making me stop.
"I-I'm still here, I just became more courageous!" was my response.
"No, the courage it brings you is no longer good."
"One day... You might see the old me again... I hope!" I said, and he nodded and smiled at me.
"Hug me," I suddenly said, causing him to become flustered and unsure.
"Go ahead!" I mumbled.
"Yes!" he said and hugged me.
"Then tease me!" I said, laughing, so he pushed me away and left me.
"Hey, baby!" I shouted.
"Leave me alone, Eya!" it said, annoyed.
"Well, that's what friends are for, right?" I laughed and said, and he suddenly flicked my forehead.
"Next time, Eya, I'll stomp on your uterus!" he said, annoyed.
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