Rumors
The sleepover at Francia's was a blast.
We stayed up late talking about her date, gossiping about Ken, and a few other acquaintances all the while having beer bottles on our hands and chugging it down until we lost count and slept on the floor.
Mabuti na lang talaga at wala kaming pasok dalawa sa sumunod na umaga.
Imagine the horror of missing classes just because of gossiping and getting drunk. Not a good idea. I may not be a straight A student but I still have to work my ass off, or else another piece will be added to Mama's playlist of insults.
"Ugh! Ang bigat ng ulo ko!" Francia's currently grumbling and laughing at the same time.
Malawak akong napangisi habang pinagmamasdan siyang bagsak pa rin sa sahig. Her big oversized shirt lost its purpose when it's all hiked up and her red underwear is already on display.
I don't wanna pretend that I'm not drunk, really. Pareha lang yata kaming tila pinupukpok ang mga ulo ngayon ng martilyo.
I don't even know where I got this oversized shirt that I'm wearing right now. Wala akong dalang kahit na anong gamit kahapon, tanging uniform ko lang ang suot at school bag.
Ipinagkibit-balikat ko na lang. It's obvious that it's Francia's. She probably likes this kind of shirts.
Nakaupo na ako ngayon sa dulo ng queen-sized bed, humihikab habang tamad na inililibot ang tingin sa buong kuwarto niya.
Her room is huge. There are two doors that led to her own bathroom and a walk-in closet. In the right corner is a mini sala which led to a balcony that overlooked Isla del Deseo. Mula pa lang sa bintana niya ay kitang-kita na ang matayog na lighthouse sa harap. It looks so alive, parang noong isang buwan lang ay tila walang katao-tao sa islang 'to.
"Is it okay to you if we'll have breakfast downstairs? I would like for us to just have our breakfast here but the number one rule here is to eat with family," she drawled and try to climb up the bed lazily.
Humihikab akong tumango sa kanya.
Lutang na lutang ako habang nakasunod sa kanya pababa ng staircase. Kaya lang, nang nakaupo na kami sa dining ay napatutop na ako sa bibig dahil sa biglaang nagsink-in sa akin.
Damn it! We're eating together with the other Gallegos? I am not properly dressed!
"France, can we go back to your room and get changed? Everyone else is not here yet. I look inappropriate," I muttered underneath my breath.
"Don't worry, it's just... Kuya with us here. Actually—"
Hindi natapos pa ang pagsasalita niya nang siya ring pagpasok ni Damiano sa Kusina, basa ang magulong buhok na halos takpan na ang mga mata niya. He already looks fresh and seems like he just got out from the shower but his eyes still looked sleepy.
"Good morning," he drawled lazily and I got frozen on my seat the moment his eyes fell on me.
Natigil siya sa paghila ng upuan at saglit na bumagsak ang tingin sa shirt na suot ko. He blinked, and brought his stare back to my face.
"Good morning. Balik lang kami saglit sa taas Kuya, we'll be downstairs in a minute," Francia interrupted and pulled me along with her up the stairs.
Rinig ko pa ang pagtikhim ni Damiano bago siya tumango at nag-iwas ng tingin.
"I'm sorry about that. I am completely wasted!" she said once we were back inside her bedroom.
Pumasok siya sa walk-in closet niya at ilang saglit lang ay bumalik dala ang bagong pares ng damit. Kapareho na iyon ng mga madalas na suot niya, isang tank top at wide leg trousers.
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