[ Golden Academy Series #6 ]
Caitlyn Acosta, the rebellious black sheep of a prestigious Acosta family, finds herself in big trouble once again. Known for her defiance and breaking rules, she is paired with Sebastian Villarreal, the top student and...
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Golden Academy stands as a so-called prestigious institution in the heart of the city, known for its rigorous academics and vibrant community. It’s even been announced as one of the top three best educational institutions in the country.
Pero honestly? I’m just a (un)fortunate student trapped in this glorified prison.
I didn’t even want to be here...
I was forced to be.
"Five more minutes and you'll be late to your first class, Miss Acosta," the guard called out as I strolled through the academy's gate.
Hanapin n'ya sa outer space 'yong pake ko sa sinasabi n'ya.
I swiped my ID and strutted towards the fourth building on the left, fully aware that my ass would be late for my first subject. But... who cares? Syempre hindi ako. The sun was shining, and I had no intention of rushing.
I've learned this from someone, he told me na since late na rin naman na ako, why do I need to rush? It would be useless since I'll still be counted as late nonetheless. And that made so much sense, right?
And so I stepped into the building and hit the elevator button for the fifth floor, leaning against the wall like I owned the place.
When the doors opened, I stepped out, and the sound of my Business Mathematics teacher's voice floating through the air from room 502.
Without bothering to knock, I turned open the knob of the back door and waltzed in like a badass boss.
And as usual, Ma’am Perdiguerra didn’t even bother to spare me a glance as I walked in late. She’s probably used to my shenanigans by now.
I slid into my usual spot by the window, pretending to pay attention while my mind drifted elsewhere.
I was staring outside, lost in my thoughts, when that guy suddenly popped back into my head—the arrogant, sun of a gun, jerk who almost ran me over earlier.
I could still picture him, striding through the parking lot na para bang pag-aari nya 'yon. Like hello? Remembering his smug expression is infuriating me all over again.
My blood boils by just the thought of him. I badly want to track him down and give him a taste of his own medicine.
Sino ba sya sa akala nya? Napaka-kupal nyang hayop sya!
If I ever crossed paths with that self-important ass again, I wouldn’t hold back. I’d make sure he knew exactly how it felt to be treated like how he treated me. My grip tightened on the pen in my hand until it snapped in two, but I didn’t care.
