You know…we always have that kind of friend taking pictures without our consent. And that’s how my best friend Ash, captured us sleeping.
“Ash, I am telling you one last time. DELETE THAT PICTURE…NOW” I whispered shout at Ash in the front seat beside Ryan who just snickered and watched us from the rear view mirror. I don’t want to wake Ben from his slumber. He’s sleeping peacefully and it’s really cute. Gosh…he is just a cutie overload guy.
“Nuh uh…gotta show this to Ayla and I am not going to delete this pic. Not ever. You’ll thank me in the future biatch.” That little- ugh!!
“Oh, we’re here. Come on biatch, our dear mother is waiting inside.” I rolled my eyes at her and she went out with that smug smile plastered on her face. Decided not to argue back…I shook Ben to wake him up. He grunts and start murmuring in his sleep. “Mom…5 more minutes please…” I giggled at his cuteness. “Ben wake up…we’re here.” With that, his eyes were wide open and scanned his surroundings. He started to rub his eyes. “I must’ve slept the whole ride…”
Then I just saw that he’s got bags under his eyes. This concerns me. “Ben are you okay? It seems like you haven’t slept well last night.” Well, technically because of my drunk state last night and kicked him out of the bed this morning. I put my hand on top of his shoulder and take a good look in his face. “Hm? Oh…it’s nothing, we should probably head inside before Ayla comes for us.” He gave me a weak smile and head out first. Sighing to myself, seems like this cutie had been covered with thick walls. I better get going. I don’t want Ayla to be in her bad mood again. Not to mention that I’m living with her now.
As soon as I get inside, I smell food which I assumed that Ayla was cooking again. I place my backpack on the sofa and ran towards the counter. “Ooooohhhh yess!! Lunch time!!” I yelled happily.
“Hey!! You have to help me with your boxes!”
“Uh no?”
“Seriously?”
“A princess should never carry some heavy stuff. ONLY MEN would do that…”
“What!? Are you claiming yourself as Fiona now?!”
I heard someone sighed in front of me. There stood Ayla with crossed arms and smirking at the bickering duo. “Looks like someone’s NBSB code will be broken soon.” Ayla said and continue cutting the onions. With the help of Ivo and Darren. “Ash and Ryan? Together? Pfft…”
Ayla raised her brow at me while still cutting the onions without looking. Wow…such a professional cook. “Wanna bet?”
I lean my face to my palm and start thinking about this bet. “Hmm…if I win, you’re going to buy me more plushie. A big one.” She hands over the now cut onions to Ivo and lean closer to the counter smirking. “And if I win…you are going to give me a niece or a nephew.”
I suddenly choke in my own saliva at her statement.
“SERIOUSLY?!!?!?”
“Yes seriously…” I carefully examined her expression and seeing that she really is serious about the bet. She offered her hand for me to take it. “Do we have a deal?”
What kind of bet is this? Ugh, I hope I won’t regret this. I offered my hand and we finally sealed our deal. “Now. Go help the others so that we can eat lunch now.” I nodded and proceed from preparing our meal.
Grumpy Ash came to my view and starts helping as well. Base on her sour look, I know she’s annoyed to Ryan’s existence which is correct. He is so annoying.
The table is already set and now the food is here. Mmmm…looks delicious. “Dig in guys.” I finally got to taste the heavenly cooking of Ayla. “Wow! Dis tashte gooood. Wer di u learn to cook?” Ryan, with food on his mouth, asked Ayla at the end of the table. Everyone eat silently, savoring Ayla’s yummy meal. “I learn it from my dad.”
“And?”
“The rest is history…” she said with a small smile. I sighed. There she goes again, builds a big and tall wall in her stone-cold heart. Even though me and Ayla were friends for years, she’s still secretive about her past. Which I’m going to find out soon. “Hurry up and stop talking. We have work to do.” Ayla said as she wiped her mouth with a cloth. “What kind of work?” I asked.
All of us looked at her, she smiled again….I mean that innocent smile of her.
“We’re going to do a group study!”
3 HOURS LATER…
“I QUIT!!”
I slammed my notes to the ground in the living room, frustratingly mess my hair while staring at a big cook book about mix numbers and letters. Which I find it more confusing in each of every lesson in this freaking subject. My worst enemy in school…
MATHEMATICS!!
“Trina, I already explained step-by-step in these solutions. Even the basics. What’s there that makes you confuse?” I picked my notebook and observed the confusing patterns in this subject. “Everything confuses me…all you said was gibberish to my ears and my mind. I don’t get it.” Running a hand through my hair and let out a big sigh for the umpteenth time.
Not when another book slammed in front me. ‘Pre-Cal’. Ugh, not this again. “Trina Morgan…”
…oh snap.
“Do you want to survive the first semester?”
“Yes…”
“Do you want to make your family proud of you?”
“Definitely yes…”
“Do you want to be and engineer in the future!?”
“…a big YES!”
“Then don’t you dare go lazy on me and tell me that all I said is gibberish!! Pick those up and let’s start from the top. One by one until that little brain of yours filled with permanent and useful basic steps of what you called gibberish. Am I understood!?”
I nodded with a gulp. Rey snickered beside me and I nudge him on the side. Ayla sighed tiredly. “Where’s the Trina that I know who joined every Math contest in high school? Did you lock her up inside?” She said while crossing her arms through her chest. Some of them gasp to what Ayla said just now.
She’s right. Math is my favorite subject before and I joined Math Olympiad from our previous school. While I was the one who teach Ayla in this subject. See? The tables have turn. I am now in need of help in this hell with ish subject. “Trina was a math wizard!?” Ryan exclaimed and dropped his notes dramatically along with his jaw. I rolled my eyes at him. “If that’s the case…then what happened that makes you like this?” Ben asked who was beside Ayla. Looking at me with curiosity with the others. Waiting for me to reply. Before I could speak, Ash beat me to it. “She’s 100% stupid with love…”
I glare at her…
I really need to tape that pretty mouth of yours Ash!
“Don’t you dare spill some beans Ash. Those were my old days of stupidity.” With that, I picked up my notes and review from the top. Ignoring Ash’s teases. “You know what? Screw this group study. I got a better idea.” Ryan retorts with a smirk on his face. “My own version of group study…”
All of us gave him a questioning look.
“Let’s drink!!”
HOURS LATER…again
There are 2 imposters…among us
“NOO!!! I’ve been killed!! Someone sliced me in half!!”
“Ash! Come with me!!”
“Roger that Ayla!”
I hid my smirk with my phone while looking at the orange guy in the game. Chopped in half and then proceed to find the others without any suspicions. Mark will be the ghost now. I’m so glad I came from behind.
“Hey Trina…”
I looked beside me and there’s Ben. “Come with me?” he asked, still looking at his phone seriously. “Oh yea sure. Where are you?” He told me where he is and both of us went to this basement thingy and start rearranging the wires so that the lights will turn on. That’s what he said.
“Okay guys remember the rules. If the imposter wins, the rest of the crew will take a shot of tequila. If the rest of the crew wins, then the imposters will take 2 shots.” Ryan explained while placing the tequila bottles on the mini table with the small glasses. All lined up.
All of us are in the middle of the game called ‘Among Us’. This game had gone viral all over the place. Even mobile legends…which I did not try to play it yet. Gotta take care of my phone storge first. It’s precious.
I saw the violet character with horns. It’s like sneaking from behind. “Ayla where are you?” I heard Ash ask our friend. “Uh…I don’t really know where…don’t worry I’ll find you.” Ash muttered okay. Though it seems like the violet one is suspicious, I decided to follow it. I whispered to Ben that my character will be somewhere else and I’ll meet him back at the basement. He agreed and I continue my little journey.
“Does anyone volunteer to fix the wires? It’s really dark” Ryan said…
“I’m on it…” Ben replied.
When I turn my character to the right, I saw the violet character sneaking from behind to the brown guy. Then with one swing of the knife, the brown guy was sliced from the head.
Oooohhh…my comrade…
I looked at the username and it says, El Chupacabra…
I smirked. I already know who played this character. El Chupacabra…the legendary goat sucker a.k.a Ayla. I moved my gaze to hers and she also smirked back. So…we’re both imposters.
Aight! Time to kill somebody.
“Dang it!”
“Did somebody report already? These killers are not going to stop until we’re wiped out.” I hid my smirk. Damn right, I am not going to stop. I don’t want to get drunk and repeat what I did. “I know who’s the imposter!! I’ll report it.” I kept my composure still and not showing any suspicious moved. I wonder who’s gonna get picked…is it me or Ayla?
The discussion was messed up. Everyone’s votes keep transferring into one another.
Stickman:
Who’s the imposter?
PrinceScottish:
Stinky Ash and her stinky character name…
Ashtronaut:
Excuse me?
PrinceScottish:
I saw you standing beside the brown dead guy. Poor crewmate…
Ashtronaut:
I didn’t kill him! I just found that guy dead on the floor!!
Darrangerzone:
I’m with Prince Charming…I was with him. Therefor I vote yellow.
Ashtronaut:
I swear I didn’t do it!!
Ash’s grumpy attitude showed up and I can’t help but laugh silently.
Darrangerzone:
Liar!
Ashtronaut:
Maybe you’re the imposter here! Read your nickname danger zone!
Darrangerzone:
Excuse me sis, it’s DARRANGERZONE! Not DANGER ZONE!
PrinceScottish:
Sheesh guys this is a game…not some cheap love quarrel.
Landmark:
Oooooooooooooohhh
LoveHotel:
If you want some condoms, don’t be shy to approach me.
*Meeting went …*
Wildmutt:
My goodness…
El Chupacabra:
Why are you bunch of brats came up with 18+ conversation!? Aren’t we going to vote? If not, then let’s finish study.
*…seconds of silence…*
Stickman:
Blue voted Yellow
Darrangerzone:
Red voted Yellow
PrinceScottish:
Orange voted Yellow
Landmark:
Brown voted Yellow
LoveHotel:
Pink voted Yellow
“Hey!! I already told you all that I’m not the imposter!!
“Noodle hair, we’re sitting peacefully here. Stop ruining the peace and focus on the game.”
“Ugh!!! I need justice for this!!”
Should I confess that I’m the imposter? I’m kinda thirsty for alcohol. But if I confess, it would be a stupid move. Is it stupid or…am I stupid? Crap…I really am dumb.
Amnotgay:
Yellow is not the imposter. Meh is the imposter.
Ashtronaut:
…
Stickman:
…
Wildmutt:
…
PrinceScottish:
…
Landmark:
…
LoveHotel:
…
Darrangerzone:
…
El Chupacabra:
…
Meh:
Excuse me???
Amnotgay:
I confirmed it…Meh is the imposter.
Wildmutt:
You mean…you are the imposter?
Amnotgay:
Not me…its meh!
Wildmutt:
You’re kidding…right?
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Alcoholic Princess
RomanceIn which there was a college student in Lincoln University, a girl to be specific, who drinks a lot. Never had a real boyfriend and always ended up a mad drunk. A savage kind of girl, softy sometimes and all the boys in school were all over her. Th...
