MISS NOT PERFECT

CHAPTER 25

A/N: Hindi ko na idedetalye yung play. Nakakanosebleed e. Hahaha. Chos. Masyadong mahaba. Search niyo na lang kung curious kayo.

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"Good job guys!" the acting director said.

"Miks! Ang galing mo talaga! So proud of you!" Lea screamed and enveloped me in a hug.

"Congrats"

It was a nonstop congratulatory like I have won the best actress award. It was nothing. I just did my part.

"Mikki. Congrats! Ang galing mo pala. Kung ganun na yung pinakita mo nung practice, hindi ko na sana pinalit si Ella. Sorry" the acting director said.

I just nodded. No hard feelings, seriously.

"Sama ka sa party ha!" sabi niya before she left.

I shook my head. I won't waste my time for parties.

"Oy, narinig ko yun! Party daw? Sama tayo ha" Lea said.

I shook my head again.

"Let's go. Naghihintay na ang parents mo" Kerr said and held my hand.

We were just having two steps when Mr. President blocked our way.

"What?" Kerr asked irritatedly.

"Congrats" he said to me and extended his hand for a shake.

I frowned.

After a few seconds, he placed his hand on his side after realizing I will not gonna accept his handshake.

"Are you done? Let's go" Kerr dragged me out of that place.

"You're so harsh Kerr!" Lea exclaimed.

"Tss. Serves him right" Kerr replied and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

I sighed.

We ate lunch with my parents.

"I heard you're having an after party. Sige lang mga anak. Enjoy yourselves. I'm so proud of my baby, dapat talaga pinagartista kita e. Manang mana ka talaga sa Mommy!"

I sighed.

Mom clapped her hands pa whilst Dad just shook his head and smirked. We went back to school and we watched the performance of my music group. It's satisfying. I could say. The program's finished and we won the first place.

"Uno na tayo! Woo! Tara na't magsaya!" the acting director shouted while putting her hands up in the air. My classmates looked so happy and pleased.

"Mikki! Sasama ka ha! Bawal ang kj!" someone clinged her arms on my right arm and dragged me.

I shooked my head and sighed.

Lea and others followed suit.

"Cool! May alak ba dito?" Lea asked.

"Oo naman! Mawawala ba yun? Victory party kaya to saka tapos na naman ang exams, pwede nang magpakasaya!"

"Nice one!" sabi ni Lea and smirked.

Loud music and annoying people screaming and shouting. Tss. I get myself a drink and sat on the corner.

Boring.

Nothing catches my interest until Mr. President sat beside me.

"Want some company?" he asked.

I ignored him.

"Okay. Sabi ko nga hindi ka namamansin. Damihan mo ang inom para makausap naman kita ng matino"

I looked at him and frowned. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me.

"You talk when you're tipsy. Don't you know that?"

I just stared at him and shrugged after. I dunno. I don't talk to strangers. I drink my cocktail, buttoms up and asked for some again. These can't make me tipsy. I bet.

The music's getting louder and louder and the people dancing wild. Like there's no tomorrow. I shook my head. Annoying.

"Want to dance?" the guy beside me asked.

I ignored him. I said I don't talk to strangers. He stood up and forced me to stand and dragged me on the dance floor. He placed my hands on his shoulders and his on my waist. I'm about to push him but he pulled me closer to him.

"I just want to dance. Just this one, please.." he whispered to my ears.

I sighed.

Mr. President was already drunk. I shook my head and let him dance with me. We didn't really dance tho. We're just standing close to each other. After a few seconds, I pushed him. That's enough. I went back on the couch and grabbed another drink.

"What was that all about?" Lea sat beside me. "I saw you two" she added.

"He's drunk" I frowned.

"And so are you" Lea shrugged. "You know, you really have a fetish on drunken freakin' hot guy"

I smirked at that thought.

"You're charisma is coming out full blast when your fetish is just around the corner, you know?" she said.

"Is that so?" I replied and buttoms up my drink.

Lea shrugged and went back on the dance floor. I played on my glass whilst watching the people dancing wild. I shook my head. Party people. Tss. I can't imagine myself dancing like that.

Shaking my head, I look at my side when someone dropped himself on the couch beside me. It is Mr. President. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the backrest. I frowned. I can smell the alcohol.

I finished my drinks and watched him.

What's his name again?

I frowned. Can't remember.

"Hey!" he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him.

He looked shocked.

I frowned again. "What's your name?" I asked.

His eyes widened and open-mouthed. "Seriously?"

I scowled.

"We're classmate for three months now, but you don't know my name all along?" he said unbelievably.

I shook my head.

"Ridiculous" he murmured.

"I'm Lance" he extended his hand.

I looked at his hand and frowned. I heard him sighed and was about to hold back when I grabbed his hand and made a shake.

He frozed.

I smirked. "You're drunk" I said.

"Not really"

I frowned.

I came closer and smell him. I saw him leaning backwards abruptly. I leaned more closer to smell his mouth. Smells alcohol. He's drunk, I'm pretty sure. I pulled away and saw him stunned for a second until he recovered and blushed profusely.

I tilted my head and frowned at him.

Drunk guys are cute.

"Hey.."

I felt his hand on mine and he pushed himself closer beside me.

"I think I like you.." he comfessed.

I looked at him and our faces were just inches away. I saw his face paled whilst his eyes widened and mouth opened slightly while looking at me.

I frowned. He looked shocked.

"I-i think I l-like you.. E-ella" he repeated.

I'm not Ella.