Whispers of Deceit

CHAPTER 7

I went to my room after letting Irish know where her room was.

I really hate my day today! I just don't like it. I'm tired, but I didn't do anything. Just, ugh, screw this!

I didn't realize it's already morning. Damn, I'm late!

I quickly got up and headed to the kitchen to cook.

"Oh my!" I shouted.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw a table full of food. Oh, I forgot Irish is here!

Irish smiled and looked at me. "Let's eat, Aziana. Sorry, I used your kitchen."

"It's okay, you can use it," I said, sitting down.

It's awkward. Neither of us is speaking, and it's like we're voiceless.

Irish broke the silence. "Um, Aziana, can I work here? So I can earn money for my education, uh alam mo Naman yong nangyari sakin na pinalayas ako nang mga magulang ko at Wala na akong mapupuntahan." She seemed nervous, but it's fine with me.

I looked at her. "Sure, Irish, you can be my personal maid. We can discuss the salary later."

I paused as Irish stood up and hugged me. I stopped her. "Uh, get off me."

She seemed shy. "Sorry, Aziana, I got carried away."

I stood up. "I'm done eating." I didn't wait for Irish's response and rushed upstairs to change.

After changing, I went downstairs and saw Irish getting ready. "I'll go ahead," I told her, heading to my car.

A few minutes later, I reached school. Those ugly stares again. I know I'm pretty, but I don't need your attention, bitches.

After entering the classroom, I immediately noticed Sebbie sleeping again. Why is he always sleeping?

I sat down, and after a few minutes, the teacher arrived. As for Alexander, I don't know where he is.

Midway through the class, Alexander entered with Irish. "Hmm, why are these two together?" I wondered silently.

Alexander went straight to his seat. I noticed a stain of blood on the edge of his shirt. Why?, I wondered

Alexander smiled at me. "Hi, Azi," he waved.

I just nodded.

Morning class ended, and I planned to skip the next one. I hate activities. So, I decided to go to the mall. Unexpectedly, I saw Irish, Alexander, and an unfamiliar girl.

I thought to myself, "Oh, they're friends?" I ignored them and went shopping.

This annoying sales lady thought I couldn't afford anything. With my looks? I could buy her.

"I'll get this, this, and this," I pointed to the bags.

She stared at me for a moment. "U-uh, yes, ma'am," she stammered and collected the bags.

After a few minutes, my purchases arrived, along with the sales lady and the manager.

She handed me my items. "Ma'am, I'm sorry for my behavior earlier," she apologized, lowering her head.

"She's new here ma'am, that's why she didn't recognize you," the manager explained.

"Well, that's no excuse for disrespecting a person," I retorted and walked away.

I just wanted to go home. I hate these people!