Good Girl Gone Bad (PUBLISHED)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Shut up, Sara. Hindi nga ako makakapunta sa party mo or whatsoever. So cut the crap, will you?"

"Fine. Dyan ka na sumama sa so called "friends" mo. Sila naman yung tumulong sa'yo nung iniwan ka ni--"

"Don't you ever dare try to mention his name."

"It's been a year, Dana."

"It's DK. Dana is so dead." I loathe my old name. Everytime na maririnig ko yun, it brings back memories. Old memories. Memories i want to bury.

"Dana, DK o kung ano man ang tinatawag sa'yo ng mga "friends" mo, what i was trying to say is move on. It's been a year. No calls, no text, no e-mail. Kinalimutan ka na niya."

Yeah, right. Kinalimutan ko na nga siya, di ba? Geez. Sino ba ang niloloko ko? How can i forget that guy. That guy who gives me happiness but constantly brings me down?

"This is going to nowhere. I better get going, male late ako sa class ko."

1 year, 365 days since he left me. Ni hindi niya ako hinayaang mag explain. Hindi niya ako tinanong kung totoo ba lahat ng sinabi nung kaibigan niyang "hudas". Paano ako makakapag move on kung puno ng tanong yung isip ko? Maniniwala kaya siya pag sinabi kong hindi ko alam yung mga nangyari, na lasing lang ako? O baka iwan pa rin niya ako para sumama sa babaeng yun. Regret is such a cruel thing.

To: Kimmy Btch, Nof Btch
Cafeteria. Meet u later.

Just so you know, nagshift na ako ng course. From BS Accountancy to BA Fashion Designing. My old folks weren't disappointed with me or whatever. My mom's a designer kaya no wonder gusto ko ding maging designer. And in the first place, hindi ko naman gustong maging accountant, it was ate Dannie's dream, not mine.

I also changed my hairstyle and the way I dress and i must say, i like my self better.

"Ouch! Watch where-- Oh my god. What a nice way to start my day."

"Sorry, Dana.."

"Don't bother say sorry. Wala ng magagawa eh, what's done is done. The only consolation you gave me is that hindi tayo nagka anak. Ayokong manakit ng damdamin ng bata pag sinabi kong si hudas ang tatay niya."

"And don't bother explain your side coz' it wouldn't change a thing. Ang pinaka magagawa mo na lang ay layuan ako. Nakakapagod ng pumunta sa police station para humingi ng restraining order."

I already lost count kung ilang beses na akong nagrequest ng TRO. Lagi kasing nali lift dahil sa tatay niya. Iba na talaga pag madaming connections.

Pumunta na ako sa cafeteria. I will meet my girls there namelyKim Miranda and Nof Salvador. I'm pretty aware about there reputation. Btches. Most people would call them, rather us. But little do they know that behind those "btches" are the guys who broke their heart and made them feel that way.

Sabi ng mom ko, kung ano ang kaibigan ko, ganun din ako. And i solely believe in that. Like Kim and Nof, someone made me feel like a btch too. We share the same past kaya alam namin yung pakiramdam ng mawalan. maiwanan. masaktan. Pinakilala nila ako sa bago kong buhay. Aral sa umaga, bar hopping sa gabi. Not to mention bullying sa hapon.

Funny to think na galit na galit ako sa babaeng yun pero everytime na tumitingin ako sa salamin, nakikita ko yung sarili niya sa'kin. Heartless. Pathetic. Whore. Slut. Btch. Nung umalis yata siya eh nilipat niya lahat ng traits niya sa'kin. 

"Btch!"  What a nice endearment, right? They call me btch and I don't really care. What's the point of denying kung alam naman ng lahat ng estudyante dito sa St. Claire's na i screw someone behind my boyfriend.. rather ex-boyfriend's back?

"So?" Sabi ni Kim with matching taas ng kilay. Tss. I'm the queen btch. No one dare mess with me. Kung di ko lang 'to tinuturing na kaibigan.

"Republiq tayo? Namimiss ko na yung dj dun eh." Spell hot? Yung dj sa republiq. Half Filipino, half British= totally my target. I've been messing with him since last week pero hindi pa rin niya ako pinapansin. Gahd. Sa ganda at sexy kong 'to hindi pa rin niya ako pinapansin. I wonder kung may mali sa mata niya? Hahaha.

"Sure! Namimiss ko na din si Margarita, si Scotch, si Rhum, si Tequilla at yung mga hot guys." This is so Kim Miranda. Kung btch ako, siya whore. Galing kasing America kaya liberated. Minsan nga kinukwentuhan niya kami ni Nof tungkol sa escapades niya. Geez. Hindi ko maimagine yung mga lumalabas sa bibig niya.

"How 'bout you, Nof? Sama ka mamaya?"

"Pass muna 'ko. I have something to do. Sorry, DK. I'll make it up to you." Here she goes again. From the outside, she looks cold and distant, pero pag nakilala mo si Nof, she's fragile. Feeling ko ang sama sama ko pag kasama ko siya. Haha. Hindi naman kasi siya "btch" katulad ng iniisip ng mga tao sa kanya eh, sadyang mahal niya lang talaga yung lalaki kaya may nagawa siyang masama. And i couldn't blame her, love makes someone stupid. I should know.

"You owe me uhm... One day with your credit card." She's filthy rich naman eh. She wouldn't mind. Haha

"Fine. One day lang ha? Ihahanda ko na yung excuse ko kay Dad. Haha." See? She's very nice. Actually mabait naman talaga sila eh, hindi lang makita ni Sara. Lagi niyang sinasabi na bad influence daw sila sa'kin. Pero sa tingin ko it's the other way around. Ako yata ang nagb- b.i. sa kanila eh. Haha.

"See you around, btches. Uwi na ko sa pad ko. 7 p.m. ha, Kim? 7, hindi 8 o 9?" Kahit laking U.S., na adopt niya yung Filipino-time trait. Tss.

I went to the parking lot to get my beloved porsche. This is my 2nd baby. Yung una yung mercedes-benz na hindi ko na ginagamit because of-- whatever. Nagpalit na din ako ng condo. Well, yan ang advantage pag mayaman ang parents mo, you can get everything you ask for.

I changed my clothes and oh boy, the party is so on!