Curse Of The Aswangs (The Vasquez Brothers #1)[COMPLETED]

1: ZADE

WHEN MY BROTHERS GOT BACK IN TOWN, I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE A BAD DAY.

And it became even worse for the next few days. How can someone be as awesome and handsome as me, reacts to the revelation that we're from a long line of...I'd better not to say it to make monsters come after us.
*Whispers* Mandirigmas

But it happened when we unknowingly opened a book and opened something to a world we never knew existed.

"Are you ready?"
"Of course, I am." Dylan replied.
I glanced at him, seeing the glint of determination and excitement in his eyes. He had begged me not to, but revenge will always be fun than doing nothing to your enemies.

They deserve to rot in some smelly garbage or being barbecued by Satan.
Dylan smirked at me.

We let our eyes rest at our targets; Isaac, our ex-friend and his minions. They had their P.E class at the gym and they had just finish showering from their wet hair.

They would be unaware of the bucket full of spaghetti sauce we took from the canteen. once they passed by the bridge between the junior and the senior high school building, they'll be drenched in sweet spaghetti sauce.

I moved towards the bucket, smelling the banana sauce and the hotdog in it. Since it was getting tedious, I began a conversation. "Hey, dude, I followed up your idea of matching outfits."
"Actually, I meant it as a joke." Dylan said, reminding me of the matching outfit advice he told me yesterday. "I think it's wacky if guys like to carry on your fashion to impress your girlfriends."

A couple of things to remember, folks; Dylan despised the common likes and dislikes. His norm was very ambiguous from other people. He even thinks that humans aren't humans but aliens from another planet. Don't ask me, why he thinks like that. Dylan couldn't even understand Filipino's obsession over Daniel Padilla or even Piolo Pascual.

I couldn't even understand how my best friend survive at all. Apparently, by not socializing enough.
He was nearly the same age as me, however, I was still in grade 11. There was always something strange about Dylan; he was so pale and seem like blood didn't run through his veins.
I gave him a mocking look. "Well, you don't have your first love yet, Dylany."

"No shit, Z." said Dylan. "Because I don't want to be in a relationship now. How come Emily likes you, anyway? You were very irritating back in junior high."
"junior high school days. Hmm. I don't remember the feeling of what it was like to cut classes and go to the computer shop to play with our friends, pulling pranks on my classmates or taking a piss out the window."

Dylan wrinkled his nose. "Why must you be so rude?"
"I must." Zade smiled proudly. "Or else I will fail as being me."
With him distracting me, I almost missed Isaac laughing at the distance, indicating that they were already out. He was the big scrawny bully who thinks he's the most handsome when in fact, I was the true heartthrob, and he had a face of one of Snow White's dwarfs.