"Hello?" the same number called, the drunk guy, tss.
"Hello, baby. Please come back to me, please. Hindi ako magsasawang tawagan ka araw-araw," he slurred.
"Hey, bastard. I'm tired of your drama, okay? I'm not Maddie " I replied, annoyed.
"What? All this time, hindi ikaw si Maddie?" he said, shocked.
"No, and I already told you that you dialed the wrong number, but you refuse to accept it."
"Everyone always treats me badly, huh? Tsk." He muttered. Treating him bad? The hell
"I hate drama. Can you please stop calling me, Mr. Drunk Baby?" I snapped, although secretly, I enjoyed his dramatic antics. It felt oddly satisfying when someone cries.
Beep~
Beep~
He ended the call.
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Tuesday, another fucking shitty day.
When I entered our classroom, they all looked at me, and I knew the reason-I was late.
"Why are you late, Ms. Lee?" the professor asked.
"I'm sorry, there was traffic," I replied, offering a lame excuse.
"What a lame excuse. Okay, take your seat," the professor said, unimpressed. I made my way to my seat and noticed my sleeping seatmate.
"We need to elect our classroom officers," the professor announced.
"Dwells for prince," someone suggested.
"Irish for muse," another student added.
They all had their own candidates, but I couldn't help but laugh when our professor said, "Class, choose wisely for muse." It was like telling us that he didn't like her without actually saying it. Haha!
Our class laughed, and some remained quiet. Irish had an irritated expression on her face.
"Stop laughing," Mr. Royales said in a cold voice.
"Why? Laughing is good. Try to laugh; it can help you not look like 96 years old," I sarcastically replied.
"What did you say?" he asked, visibly angry. Haha.
"And also, it can improve your hearing problems," I added. Haha. He walked out, muttering words I couldn't understand. If words could kill, I'd be dead by now.
The election was finally over.
President: Yana Chua
Vice President: Ivan
Secretary: Kim
...
Muse: Aziana
Prince: Sebbie
Tsk, what a shit.
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Another peaceful night. I used to receive a call every night, but tonight was different. He didn't call; instead, I received a text message.
From: +09987626727
You! I hate you, but I miss your cold voice. It was fascinating to hear. Can I call?
This guy was so unbelievable.
Ring~
Ring~
Ring~
"H-hello?" Mr. Drunk Baby stammered.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"I just wanted to say sorry for wasting your time talking to a drunk, broken-hearted guy," he said, his words stumbling.
"That's okay. I enjoyed hearing you cry," I smirked. I genuinely enjoyed his voice, his manly voice.
"Bad girl," I heard him laugh. Fuck, I think it's the first time I've liked a man's laughter.
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Whispers of Deceit
Non-FictionIn the vibrant city of Veridian, Aziana, a rich girl who hides her true emotions, and Sebbie, with a cold personality hiding a missed life, cross paths. Their encounter shatters their carefully constructed facades, unraveling secrets and desires. As...
