(GRIEGO COUSINS #1)
Seven years after his mother's tragic death, Angelus Griego's father, Simon Griego, made a life-changing decision to marry a wealthy businesswoman with a troubled past and a sick child. Angelus, known for his charm, intelligence...
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Standing in front of a door, I can hear the chattering of the two girls behind me. Blaming each other for being bigmouths.
I've never heard of someone named Lyca before. Paanong nalaman niyang pumupunta nga ako sa bar? She knows something and has the nerve to add something that isn't true.
Rinig ko ang tawanan ng mga tao sa silid. It makes sense that they don't have a teacher right now. I've heard that our building's instructors have all been called to the library.
Hindi na ako kumatok. Agad kong binuksan ang pintuan at diretsong pumasok. I heard the gasps of the two girls I was with. The whole classroom dropped a bomb of silence as the confused eyes of students went in my direction.
"Isn't that Farida Albrecht?"
"Why is she here?"
"Who knows?"
I looked around as they murmured. Everyone was looking at me, like they were waiting for me to do something. Mas marami ang babae sa silid na ito. I wonder where that bitch is.
"Hi, Miss Albrecht! I am the class president of this—"
"Where's Lyca?" Baling ko sa babaeng lumapit sa akin.
She blinked twice before she looked around. Tinaas niya ang kaniyang kamay at tinuro ang babaeng nakatayo malapit sa bintana at napapalibutan ng mga babaeng makakapal ang make-up.
I stared at her, trying to remember her existence. But I can't remember talking to someone like her. She's tall with fair skin. Malalalim ang mga mata niya at nakatingin sa akin ngayon. She smiled when she noticed I was staring too much.
"The one with wavy hair and a bow?" I made sure.
"Yes."
Bumaling ako sa dalawang kasama. Sabay pa silang napatalon nang magtama ang mga mata namin. They looked very pale and scared. Kaunti na lang ay mukha na silang hihimatayin.
Annoying.
"What did she tell you about me?"
Nagkatinginan sila. Tumungo ang babaeng may maikling buhok, habang si Chica ay marahas na lumunok.
"I—Iyon lang... na pumupunta ka sa bar gabi-gabi... nakikipagkita sa mga matatandang lalaki a—at alcoholic," she muttered, her lips quivering.
Tumango ako, hindi tinatanggal ang titig sa kaniya dahilan ng bahagya niyang pagtungo. "Is that so? And you believed her?"
"N—No! I just—"
"At dahil naniwala ka, pinagkalat mo agad. Ilang tao na ang nasabihan mo? I doubt iyang kasama mo lang."
Kinagat niya ang kaniyang labi, takot nang nakatingin sa akin habang paulit-ulit na umiiling. "Wala n—na, Farida. I'm sorry, akala ko—"
"Ilan?" I cut her off, starting to feel the itch to slam her face on the ground.
